Page 39 of Sasquatch Love Spell

Aoife’s blood fired with anger. “You mean my mate.”

“What?” Ivar asked, disgusted.

Adam stepped closer to her, snarling and baring his teeth. “Mine.”

“I carry his young,” Aoife said, the urge to howl threatening to erupt, and she knew it was dead set on the course of keening for Prince Ivar if he didn’t change his mind. “If you do not leave this place, and destroy your secret portal under the falls, I will wail and it will be for you, because I will tell King Tiene about your plans. I have a wraith backing me up.”

“She does,” Cillian answered. “And we don’t usually like to interfere, but she is blood after all, and doesn’t want to take over hell, like you do. So, I think I would acquiesce to their demands and leave this place.”

Prince Ivar frowned and nodded to his men to stand down. “I can’t allow the entire world to live freely, but I will hand over this northern territory to you, Aoife.”

“That’s not good enough,” Aoife said.

“That’s all I can offer,” Ivar snapped.

She turned to look at Coraliane and the others. There were subtle nods of agreement, even Adam nodded slightly. If she couldn’t save all the realms, she could save their small slice.

“Fine. For now.”

“I will grant you this if you keep your promise to me that you will not tell my father.”

“And what of the Sasquatch army? That has to stop,” she stated.

Prince Ivar sighed. “I will free them, but only if they wish to go and they are only protected in your territory.”

“Draw her a contract. A map,” Coraliane hissed. “I want the waters of the north protected. No more Elven rule.”

“I happen to have such a map,” Cillian announced, snapping his fingers. There was a puff of fire and smoke and scroll hoveredin the air. “Just sign with your blood and it will allow those who live within these borders to be free of you and your father. You can tell him that you made a deal with the Tuatha Order’s leader. Your father has no interest in anything beyond Ireland and the elves.”

“Very well.” Ivar slipped off his unicorn and Cillian pierced Ivar’s fingertip. Blood beading at the tip of his index finger. Ivar signed his name and Aoife saw that the territory spread over what the humans called Canada. Was it really that simple?

As they stood there, the northern lights burst across the sky, bright like a tsunami of light and fire. It cascaded down, acting like a protective barrier.

The scroll rolled up and Cillian handed it to her.

“The Tuatha Order can keep this safe,” Cillian stated.

Aoife understood and she tucked it away.

She really didn’t want to govern a territory, but hopefully they could make this work for everyone here. So they could all live in peace. It was already worth it because she was free and wouldn’t be forced to marry Ivar. Best of all, Adam and his brothers would be safe.

“I will leave now,” Ivar stated. “If you do not keep your end of the bargain…”

“I will die. I know it,” Aoife agreed. “Cillian used my blood to write the contract.”

Cillian smiled. “See. It’s binding. You’re safe, for now, Prince Ivar. Go home and don’t darken this territory again. Hell and the princes are watching.”

Ivar sneered at all of them and motioned to his retinue. They disappeared, going back through their secret portal.

Aoife took a deep breath of relief. It was hard to believe that it was over.

“Well, my work here is done,” Cillian announced, clapping his hands together. “Keep the territory safe and your mouth shut, dear sister, or there’ll be hell to pay.”

Adam growled at him, baring his teeth.

“I will. Thanks for your help again, Cillian. Though I haven’t figured out what’s in it for you,” Aoife queried.

Cillian shrugged. “Time will tell. It’s a big territory.”

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