Page 30 of Bewitching the Dragon
Becca jerked away from him and stared at her right hand stretched out in front of her. “What was that?” she asked, still watching the appendage like she was waiting for it to do something.
“Wait a minute,” Delilah said, inching closer again. “Are you saying she doesn’t know?” She swiveled her head toward Antoinette. “Seriously?”
“Yes, and we can’t—”
Delilah lifted her hand, cutting off the reeve, and turned to Rahu. “And you’re sleeping with her?”
Becca gasped, the flash of light apparently momentarily forgotten. “You told them?”
Rahu shook his head. “No. No way. I would never. How the hell did you know?”
Delilah smirked and waved at his person. “First of all, it’s pretty damn obvious. Second, it’s equally as obvious it meant something to her, judging by the magic sparking off her. If there’s one thing that will destroy pretty much any concealment spell, it’s a physical connection with someone you are emotionally vested in.”
Becca’s face pinked. That was good, right? Because he sure as hell was emotionally vested in her.
But then she shook her head. “No. I mean, I don’t know. And anyway, is this really the place to discuss something like this? In front of all these people? No offense, but this lady seems a little off. She’s talking about magic like it actually exists.”
Delilah burst out laughing, great, guffawing cackles.
“Okay, that’s enough,” Ketu said, stepping into the melee and, with Antoinette’s help, tried to shove Delilah up the stairs and away from Becca.
And then Trennon spoke up from the other side of the kitchen.
“Well, we all know that you don’t have to be 100 percent dragon to have a fated mate. Look at Delilah and me.”
Fated mate?
Fated?
Mate?
“But she isn’t even a dragon at all,” Rahu blurted.
He and Becca? That would be cool—really freaking cool—but-but—
“How would we…? Wait, she can fly too!” And the reality of the situation pierced through his excitement over the prospect—Becca, his fated mate? Seriously?—and he clamped his mouth shut.
Because Becca was now looking at him likehewas crazy.
Delilah canted her head, once again studying Becca like she was a specimen under a microscope.
“We really need to—” Antoinette tried, yet again, to push Delilah up the stairs, but the other woman resisted her efforts.
“I’m not sure if it would work, to be honest,” Delilah said, still watching Becca, whose eyes were going bigger and bigger with each snippet of conversation. “It’s clear she’s a witch—and gargoyle? How fascinating. But there’s something else too.”
“There is?” Rahu asked.
Delilah shrugged. “I’m not aware of any other species who have fated mates. Humans like to believe they do, of course, but for gods’ sake, they don’t even have magic, so I’m not sure how they can be fated mates.”
Becca’s eyes were now so big she could double as a cartoon character. She lifted her hand, palm out, and said, “Wait a minute. You think you aren’t human? That magic isreal?”
And then light flashed around her hand.
Chapter Ten
Whoa. What the hell was that?
Becca turned her hand over so that the palm faced her. This wasn’t the first time she’d imagined a flash of light sparked off her own body. Imagined being the key word.
