Page 36 of Sasquatch Love Spell

Cillian nodded. “Oh yes. Once Aoife’s mother had her way with him and was impregnated, she wasn’t going to do away with him. She would need another child if Aoife had turned out to be male or not have the banshee blood.”

“And your mother?” Adam asked.

“Full-on banshee. Her mother was an elf who went very wicked when she spread her legs for Death. She’s still around too. Elves don’t die. They may move onto to their realm of light, but my grandmother can’t. She keeps a low profile. My mother is haunting villagers in Ireland still.”

“So, what’s so special about your father, the mortal?” Adam asked.

Cillian grinned at him, his eyes lighting red. “His blood is…special.”

It was a nonanswer, but Adam wasn’t surprised. Cillian was a wraith and seemed to talk in circles.

Cillian cleared his throat and Aoife turned around to look at her half brother.

“What?” she asked.

“Don't be short with me, dear sister. I just wanted you to know that Coraliane has a lot of realm members gathered at the portal. They have Prince Ivar covered. They’re just waiting for you and your…mate to arrive.”

“And what will you do?” Aoife asked her brother.

“Nothing. Hell has already done their part with taking care of the threat over their powers. Ivar has no sway over us without the Tuatha Order, which is basically all of the witches andwizards in the known realm. He’s powerless. You have to help Coraliane and take care of the others.”

Adam and Aoife locked gazes. He nodded slightly. She knew that he was going to tell his brothers what was going to happen.

He had put Ben in charge, because there was a part of him that felt like they couldn’t come back from this. Even though he wanted to stay by Aoife’s side and protect her, he had to make sure that his brothers were taken care of.

When he moved away from the outer edge of the protective bubble, he found his brothers sitting on the logs that surrounded their communal campfire. As if they also knew and were waiting for him.

Ben stood the moment Adam entered the clearing.

“Well?” Ben asked. “We heard the screams, the thunder, the ground shook…”

“It’s done. Aoife overthrew her mother. Now, Prince Ivar doesn’t have the backing he needs by the covens. Aoife is going to confront him at the hidden portal. I am going with her.”

“We’ll go too,” Ethan stated.

“Yeah!” Gideon agreed.

“No,” Adam growled. “You will stay here with Benjamin. If I don’t come back, Ben is now in charge.”

His brothers lowered their gaze, but he could feel their anguish, because he felt it too. There’s no way that Adam could ever return to this forest, to his brothers, without his mate. His heart was bound to hers. If she died, he would die.

If she left him, he would wither away from pining and die.

Just like his father had done.

He was leaving these woods as a changed Sasquatch. A mated one.

“Go,” Ben said, clapping his hand on his shoulder. “I will care for them. Care for your mate. Put an end to all this nonsense.”

Adam nodded curtly and then handed his axe, which had been their father’s axe, to Ben. Ben took it and then stepped away. Adam turned on his heel and walked back to where he last saw Aoife. He swallowed the lump in his throat, because he hated turning his back on his brothers. He had promised his parents that he would always watch out for them, but Aoife was more important. Still, it was hard to walk away from a promise he made.

Aoife was waiting for him where he’d left her. She was alone. No coven. No Cillian.

“Where is everyone?” he asked.

“They’ve gone through the portal to Thunder Bay.”

“And Cillian?” he asked.

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