Page 26 of Sasquatch Love Spell

Just a wraith trait.

“Was that you who I sensed in Thunder Bay?” Aoife asked, crossing her arms.

Cillian smiled, clearly pleased. “I wondered if you sensed me.”

“I saw your misty trail,” she snorted.

“I’m keeping my eye on you. I heard you bolted from the Tuatha Order. I was so proud of you.” Cillian took a seat on a nearby rock.

“Oh, I finally made you proud, eh?” Aoife asked in derision.

“Did I not just say that?” Cillian replied.

“What do you want?” Adam growled.

Cillian’s dark eyes narrowed on Adam, and Aoife took a step in front of him. Cillian could, if he wanted to, kill Adam so easily. Reap his soul and send it to the netherworld, so she wanted to make it quite clear to him that Adam was hers.

“I’ve come to warn you, ape,” Cillian snarled and then he looked at Aoife. “Both of you.”

“Warn us about what?” Aoife asked.

“That the Order is closing in. Your dear old Mommy is not giving up on you. The Tuatha’s army is coming to fetch you back for your wedding.”

“I’m not going back,” Aoife stated.

“I know and you shouldn’t. There's a few…let’s call them princes of the netherworld…who aren’t too happy with Prince Ivar at the moment.” Cillian leapt down from the rock, his eyesburning like hellfire. “Banshee blood should not be used to breed for military purposes.”

A shudder travelled down her spine. “So it is true.”

“The Order is trying to grab hold of power over the magical realm. There’s been too much restriction. Too many rules,” Cillian stated.

“Since when did wraiths and the princes of the netherworld care about rules?” Aoife asked.

“We don’t. Not usually, but Prince Ivar is trying to control it all. He’s trying to overthrow his father. His realm, the mortal realm, the netherworld. Your mother knows this and she wants to ally herself with the Prince. King Tiene is old and blinded by his son. She wants control of the netherworld. She wants the dark powers to herself. You were just a commodity.” Cillian crossed his arms. “I’m not one for sharing secrets, but this involves all of us. Your mother does not deserve what she’s after. She’s playing with damnation.”

“I know. You don’t have to remind me.” Aoife swallowed a lump in her throat. “Why don’t the princes do anything?”

“It’s not their place. They can’t interfere.”

“So why tell me this?”

“If Prince Ivar impregnates you, your mother will gain power the princes cannot fight.”

A shudder ran down her spine. The magic of elf, banshee, and witch would be powerful. She never thought of that side.

She was a harbinger descended from Death.

Her mother was playing a risky game. “So, you’ve come here to warn me about the Tuatha Order closing in.”

“They’ll kill the Sasquatches.” Cillian’s gaze flickered to Adam. “You are my blood and I’m bound to warn you.”

“Mother is your blood as well,” Aoife said. “How do I know you’re not working with her?”

Cillian snorted and his eyes flashed red. “Diluted blood. Sure, she’s a great-great niece, but she's never been kind or loyal to me. You at least talk to me. I’ll protect you over someone who wants to overthrow the princes of darkness. I won’t have Prince Ivar in control of all the realms. I won’t.”

“So you’re warning, but you won’t help me fight them?”

“Sadly, I cannot get involved to that level. You know that. All I can do is warn you.” Then he grinned, taking a step closer to her. It was a smile that sent a shiver of dread through her. “You may have to reap their souls, little sister. Call out and wail. Kill them.”

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