Page 84 of Captivating Magic

“I get it. Safety first, Sweet.”

With adoration in his gaze, Laszlo smiled down at her, and Spencer experienced a moment of doubt. The urge to pull them apart was stronger than any he’d experienced, and yet, it might work to his disadvantage.

“I’m not intending to hurt anyone,” he lied. “When I was ready to transition, something strange happened to the Reaper, and I found myself inside his body. I came here looking for help.”

Ebba’s eyes turned golden brown and flared wide with rage. The low growl she released raised the fine hair all over his body.

“Liar,” she snarled in a voice deeper than her norm.

He froze.

What would happen if the wolf took over and charged through the protective wall? Could he remove it with his talisman?

“Don’t try it,” Laszlo warned him with a hard edge to his voice. “It will kill them both.”

A chill chased along his spine, and Spencer fought off a tremor. How had Laszlo guessed his thoughts?

Ebba keptan eye on Spencer from across the room. Lo had been gone for over thirty minutes, and Kyrella was getting antsy.

“Kill him and be done with it,”she said.

“You know we can’t, Ky. If we cross that barrier, he could hit us with whatever spell he used on Clutch.”

“He deserves to die.”

“Not going to disagree, but we’ll wait for Lo. We’re stronger together.”

“I’m strong enough now,”Kyrella retorted.

“We are not having this argument. Period.”

“Humans are fearful creatures. The strongest reigns supreme in every species, and we kill the weak.”

“Not fearful. Civilized. We don’t go around maiming or killing without a damned good reason,”Ebba told her.

“Wrong. Maroke was shot by those wishing to kill my kind.”

A pang struck Ebba’s heart, a mere echo of what Kyrella must feel to have her mate taken in such a brutal way.

“I’m sorry, Ky. I can’t begin to imagine what it must feel like to be hunted because you’re different and have people fear you.”

“It is why your mate and others like him don’t reveal what they are. It would mean persecution and death for their kind.”

“Yes. He told me about the Witches War.”

The wolf stilled.“When?”

“What?”

“When did he tell you? Not while I’ve been merged with you.”

“I’m sure of it. When else…”

The entire conversation returned and, with it, a migraine of epic proportions. She bent over and clutched her head with a cry, alerting Spencer to her pain.

“Ebba! Ebba, what is it? Are you okay?” He banged his fists on the wall of his cage. “Fuuuuccckkkkk!Hold on, baby. Hold on!”

“Blech. Please let me rip his vocal cords from his throat. I can’t take the noise coming from his mouth.”Kyrella shuddered inside her.

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