Page 35 of Sasquatch Love Spell

There was a snarl and she saw Adam charging out of the brush. He was at her side, his axe held high and his eyes fixed on Cillian.

“Whoa there, big fella. I’m her half brother. Remember?” Cillian responded.

“Are you all right?” Adam asked, gently cradling her.

She was still limp. “I think so. I wasn’t quite expecting that,” she whispered.

“I was,” Cillian remarked, practically gleeful.

“No doubt you planned it all,” Aoife snapped.

Cillian shrugged. “She tried to take over the dark forces. She got what she deserves. You, on the other hand, are now the reigning head witch of the Tuatha Order. Isn’t that right, all you little witches and wizards cowering in the foliage?”

Aoife sat up and saw the members slowly creep into the clearing.

“She is our coven leader,” a witch said, nervously. “She overpowered the coven leader, the head witch.”

What?

Cillian was still grinning like an idiot.

“I am not,” Aoife quickly stated.

“You are, by blood line and by power. You are the head of the coven,” Cillian stated. “So, what’re you going to do? Are you going to continue on with your mother’s plan or make a change?”

Aoife glanced up at Adam and he smiled at her gently.

She knew what she had to do.

She really didn’t want to be head of the Tuatha Order, which for centuries had just been a power-hungry, money-grubbing coven. The plus side, it had connections. She could do somethingwith this to incite change and to protect Adam and others. Not more oppression.

Aoife got to her feet with Adam’s help and dusted off her jeans. She looked at the robed Order around her.

“We’re going to meet with Prince Ivar. Things are going to change.”

Adam had never seenanyone dragged to hell before. It was terrifying, because he was fearful for Aoife’s life. He thought she’d be sucked down with her mother. She’d hung over that fiery pit like a pendulum. Her body arched over, swaying back and forth wildly.

Howling.

He’d never truly heard a banshee howl before and he understood in that moment why people were so fearful of her kind. It chilled him to his very core.

Now, she was the head of the Tuatha Order, a powerful coven. She wanted things to change, but as he watched the coven confer with Aoife, part of him was worried about what would happen next. Would she move away? Would she become consumed with power and lust?

Her kind was spawned from dark magic and torment.

Now that she was the leader of this coven, would she toss him to the side? She had said she could be carrying his young. Would he lose her and his youngling?

You asked her to trust you. You have to do the same.

And he thought of her kissing him, trusting him with that ultimate form of love. Sealing herself to him as his mate.

“Your thoughts are very graphic,” Cillian hissed, slithering up next to him.

“Get out of my head, snake,” Adam growled, the fur on the back of his neck standing on end.

Cillian chuckled softly. “I’m sorry. I just couldn’t resist. You should know, even though my sister is hell born, she is part human. Other than a penchant for fucking the most atrocious magical women, our father does have a fairly decent heart.”

“He’s still alive?”

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