Page 18 of Fated Moons
“Same thing as earlier. Either your father or Trask.”
“You’d trust my dad?”
Jackson nodded. “He’s never given me a reason not to.”
“Enough to let him help me cast a protection spell over you? Because someone did use black magic on us and that’s something else we need to deal with.”
“All right. I’ll let you do that, but we need to tell someone about the fairy dust.”
“I’ll call my father.” She waggled her finger. “But I might keep legends and myths out of it.”
He chuckled. “I can live with that.
Amanda stood in the kitchen and watched through the window as Jackson wrestled with the logs in the firepit. His biceps flexed as he tossed the wood over the cracking flames. She had no idea what to make of his tale regarding Fated Moons. So many things had changed for paranormal creatures since the pairing of Chaz and his fated mate, Daphne. While the wolfairies were thriving, and they could use their powers outside of the farm in Vermont, they were still hunted by those who didn’t understand them. Or believed they were evil.
Mostly that came in the form of witches and a few rogue wolves.
And of course, vampires.
But no one understood what vampires wanted with wolfairies, or even fairies for that matter. They weren’t human. They couldn’t turn them into vampires. Wolf blood could kill a vampire, but fairy blood made vampires stronger, unless they drank too much, then they got drunk. The kind of drunk that made them do dangerous things. Even vampires who sought fairy blood were incredibly careful about how much they took out of fear of being reckless. But still, it gave them increased strength and speed, something they didn’t need. Rumor had it that enough fairy blood gave them the ability to daywalk, but even vampires were too afraid to test those waters. The fear was that when they drank too much fairy dust, it impaired their judgment and whispered delusions in their mind.
She tapped her father’s contact information. It rang twice before he picked it up.
“Hello, darling. How did your chat with Jackson go?” her dad asked. “I hope it was productive.”
“I’m still with him,” she admitted. “And it’s been different, that’s for sure.”
“How so?”
She poured herself another glass of wine and took a big gulp. “Did you notice anything strange about me earlier today?”
“I’m not sure this is the time to have that conversation. Not while you’re with Jackson. Why don’t you come over and we can talk.”
“I’m in Lake George and it appears I’ll be staying the night.” She swallowed. Hard. Her father had noticed and chosen not to say anything. Not even in text. That spoke volumes. Only she wasn’t exactly sure what that meant.
“Seriously? With Jackson? Should I be concerned about what his intentions are with you?”
“It’s not like that, Daddy. But he does have a cabin up here and he wanted to get away from all the cameras. I wouldn’t have agreed, except we experienced black magic on the way up. We could have been killed. I need your help with a protection spell for him.”
“How did you combat the black magic?” her father asked.
“Interesting you should ask that question, but I think you know the answer.” She meandered back into the family room and eased onto the sofa. She set her wineglass on the end table and glanced around the room, admiring his décor and dedication to family.
Pictures of his siblings and mom were displayed on the mantel.
She had noticed more hanging on the walls.
“Humor me with the details,” her father said.
“I used a basic reactionary reversal spell. It wasn’t a very good one, but without my Book of Spells, and having to think on my feet, it’s all I could conjure.” She lifted the glass, taking a quick gulp while staring at Jackson as he poked at the fire.Sparks floated toward the sky. There was something about Jackson that made her insides turn to mush. She’d been courted by some of the most eligible bachelors in all the witch covens. Many were strikingly handsome.
But none of them made her heart pound so fast it fluttered right into her throat. “My magic wasn’t strong enough. I felt a thick barrier between me and Jackson. It was cold. And hard. Like concrete. But something strange happened. Fairy dust appeared, and it worked with my magic to jerk the car away from danger.”
“That had to have freaked out your co-star.”
“Him? What about me?”
“I’m aware it’s unsettling. I’ve spent the last few hours researching your mother’s ancestry,” her dad said. “I also called Trask.”
