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“She’s waking,” he says, grabbing a washcloth and dabbing at the smudges on her forehead. “We’re here, my sweet, you’re safe.”

She groans and sits upright, clutching her forehead. Then she slumps against Dirk, looking up over her shoulder at him. “What happened?”

“Yeh gave us a shock, Louanna,” Dirk murmurs into her ear. “Finally let us in on yer huge secret, my love?”

“Whathappened?” she croaks.

I resist the need to shudder, but goosebumps coat my skin thinking back to how the flames enveloped her. “You’re a blue witch, sweetheart. Your power scared…whatever was in the room. And it left, we think. We couldn’t see it.”

She blinks, expression blank. “I was tested for magic in Rainbow. It was negative.”

“Yeh cannae test for blue magic, Louanna,” Dirk offers. “It’s too rare.”

She lifts her palms and looks at them, eyeing the scorch marks.

“It was glorious,” he whispers.

She grunts but looks at me. “Is this real? I’m a blue witch?”

“Absolutely real,” I whisper. “You were amazing, Lou. You protected us; I?—”

Blue flames flicker in her eyes, her nostrils flaring as her gaze roves over me. The look on her face is appreciative, almost sultry. But I’d be shocked if she was feeling anything close to sensual after what just happened.

A tiny smile lifts the edges of her mouth.

“Take me to bed,” she commands, rising from the tub like a godsdamned queen. “Right now.”

CHAPTER THIRTY

LOU

The world is cloaked in blue, everything around me reduced to slashes of shadow. The only thing I can focus on, the only thing that still looks real, are the two males who belong to me. The two males I’d do fuckinganythingto protect.

Fire slicks along my skin as Connall rises from the tub, lifting his hands.

“You need rest, Lou, absolutely, but?—”

“No,” I state simply, stepping out of the tub. I look at Dirk. “Go to the bed, Dirk. Now.”

His eyes go wide, and he looks to Connall.

Bits of reality filter through the blue haze. Little niggling thoughts eat up space in my brain, reminding me that I should call my nieces and check on them, make sure they’re safe. And I should ask more questions about what the fuck happened in that room with Leighton. Was anyone hurt? Did I do anything crazy? The last thing I remember is screaming at Leighton, his eyes going wide, and then…nothing

But somehow, I can’t focus on that. When I try, the thoughts just slip away, and all that’s left is heat and need and desperation.

And the flames. Fuck me, the flames. I’m burning from the inside out, the world reduced again to blue shadows. I don’t know if I’m riding a high from the magic or what, but I need my men.

Right now. With a desperation that’s drowning me in lust.

Connall helps me out of the tub and tosses me over his shoulder, where I get a great view of his bubbly, round ass. Then he reaches for Dirk, who steps elegantly out of the water, suds sluicing down his muscular frame.

Dirk threads his fingers through Connall’s, but his focus is on me. His usual smirk is missing, his eyes slightly hooded, lips parted. His tongue comes out to run along his lower lip as I prop my chin in my hand, elbow against Connall’s back.

“I’ll take you to bed, woman,” Connall says in a tone laced with his wolf’s depth. “But you’re resting.”

I don’t bother to agree as our wolf returns to the main room and hooks a left, down a long hall to his bedroom. Our bedroom, I suppose. Because we haven’t said we’re all moving in together, but all my shit is here, and I can’t imagine either of them allowing me to leave. Not that I’d want to.

Not that either of them would even let me go. I know that deep in my heart.

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