Page 32 of Sasquatch Love Spell

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“Aoife.”

She bolted upright, hearing the voice carried on the wind. That singsong, hollow voice of her mother. It was haunting her, but to others it was enticing, just like a mermaid’s song to lure sailors to their death.

Adam woke up, his arms still wrapped around her. “What is it?” he asked, sleepily.

She just put a finger to her lips, to indicate she needed silence, because she needed to listen. It was quiet outside. There were no sounds of the forest, but this time it wasn’t her brother out there or even Coraliane. There was dark magic in the woods and she was all too familiar with her mother’s.

There was a prickle, a shiver of dread that ran down her spine. Someone was testing the confines of her enchantment. They were trying to get through the protective bubble she had placed over Adam and his brothers.

There was another jab. One that was a bit harsher. She winced as it shot through her nerves.

“What is it?” Adam asked, in a hushed voice.

“Aoife,” the voice sang out again, carried on the wind.

“My mother is here. She’s at the edge of the enchantment.” Aoife got up and picked up the remnants of her ceremonial gown and chuckled. It was ripped right in half. She hated the dress, but it was all she had. “Um, I’d really rather not go meet my mother and the Tuatha Order naked.”

Adam grinned. “Sorry. I just had to have you naked.”

“I’m aware.” Heat uncoiled in her belly as she thought of last night. His tongue on her pussy and it made her wet with need again.

Adam got out of bed and went over to a dresser. He opened it and pulled out a bag. “Gideon is sensible. He thought if you were going to be with us for some time, then you should have some more clothes. He got them the other night in Thunder Bay. I don’t know about his sense of style.”

Aoife laughed as she pulled out a black lace, skimpy thong and held it up. “Well, I hope it’s not all lingerie.”

Adam’s eyes narrowed, baring his teeth. “It better not be.”

She smiled and dug out a black t-shirt, jeans, and a pair of black boots. “This will do just fine.”

As she got dressed, there was another jab of pain as her enchantment was prodded again. Although, she was pretty sure they were doing it to get her attention. Which pissed her off. She was going to put her mother in her place for once and for all.

She was done with the Order.

Aoife grabbed her cloak and headed outside.

“I’ll meet you there,” Adam said. “If you have to transcend yourself there, that’s fine. I’ll find you.”

Aoife nodded. “Just be careful.”

“I will.”

For one moment she hesitated, worried he’d sneak off to face Prince Ivar while she was distracted.

His expression softened. “I won’t do it. Not now. You trusted me with a kiss, trust me with this.”

A sob caught in her throat. “It’s hard because my heart is involved.”

Adam touched her cheek. “Mine too, my mate.”

She nodded and he removed his hand.

Aoife closed her eyes and focused on her mother’s voice, still calling out her name. The bubble rippled again and she turned to mist, to allow herself to appear right where the Order was. She brought herself to solid form and as she did, she kept herself in a partial translucent state, to let the Order know she meant business, allowing the banshee to fully take over. There were torches all around, illuminating the darkness of the forest, but she couldn’t quite make out how many were lurking in the shadows.

“Go away,” she shouted, her voice hollow.

The wizards that had been poking at her bubble backed away, ducking to stay out of the line of her sight. Banshees were valuable yes, but by the way they scampered away from her, she knew these lower members of the Tuatha Order still believed she was bad luck. And they were scared of power, she could sense it. In this case, she was power. Especially for her mother.

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