Page 16 of Sasquatch Love Spell

He’s mine, you bitch.

Only she kept that thought to herself.

At least Adam didn’t seem at all interested in her.

“He’s outside. He went off with a female. A human female.” The mermaid smiled duplicitously. “Such anaughtyyeti.”

“For fuck’s sake, Ben.” Adam turned on his heel and stormed out of the glamoured part of the bar. Aoife went to follow when a cold hand reached out and grabbed her arm. Gone was the perfectly manicured hand and pink skin. It was a claw of green and green flesh which clutched at her. She spun around and the mermaid’s turquoise eyes had now turned yellow, her pearly white teeth were like daggers.

“I know who you are and who you’re running fun,” the mermaid hissed.

“Oh, yes?” Aoife crossed her arms.

“Prince Ivar is in town. He’s looking for you.”

“And are you going to tell him you saw me?” Aoife asked.

The mermaid’s eyes narrowed and she smiled in a way that made Aoife’s blood turn cold. “No. Let’s just say you owe me a favor.”

“A favor?” She didn’t like the sound of that.

The mermaid’s tail flicked, slapping the water. “I run this establishment. Both sides of it, and sometimes I need some work done.”

Aoife’s stomach sank. “Is that a fact.”

“Banshees are excellent assassins,” the mermaid purred.

Aoife took a step forward. “I don’t kill unless I have to. So tell Prince Ivar that you saw me. I don’t care.” She turned to follow after Adam.

“He’ll kill them all, you know, or brainwash them into his army. You know that he has one, even if he’s not supposed to.Prince Ivar doesn’t let anything or anyone get away from him. You know that.”

A lump formed in her throat, because the mermaid was right. Prince Ivar would track her down and then would do horrible things to Adam and his brothers. She couldn’t let that happen to them. Not when Adam had taken her in, not when she cared so much about him.

She turned around slowly.

“What do I have to do?” she asked, defeated.

The mermaid smiled, just like the cat who got the last of the cream. “That’s much better, little banshee.”

“Ben,”Adam shouted as he moved around the outside of the building. There was a protected and glamoured space behind the bar. It shimmered like a translucent bubble in the clear night sky. He passed through the bubble and there was a private dark garden, with small bonfires popping up.

Not many patrons were outside.

It was pretty secluded. It was meant for clandestine trysts.

Or deals.

Dark deals.

Adam could sense the dark magic permeating this place and he didn’t like it one bit.

Where is my stupid brother?

Then he heard it.

A female moaning.

A very sexualized moan, followed by the slap of flesh on flesh and his brother’s grunts.

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