Page 19 of Which Witch is Willing?
“See, another reason for the Horsemen not to move in,” Aerin said. “There are just some things you don’t want to know about your sisters.”
Claire waved off Aerin’s objection. “Tierra, what happened between you and Killian?”
Tierra squirmed in her chair and set down her fork, her appetite disappearing. She glanced around the room to make sure no one was eavesdropping. “Actually, I really need to talk to you about this, but not here. Let’s go outside into the gardens where we have a smaller chance of being overheard.”
Without another word, they rose in unison from the table and grabbed coats, sneaking out the backdoor. They reached Tierra’s winter garden by the edge of the cliff, which overlooked an inky-black ocean with a bleeding moon hanging low in the torrid sky. Night had fallen or come early with all the changes the earth was going through since they’d opened the sixth Seal. Would they eventually lose the sun altogether?
In complete contrast to what was happening with the planet, her winter flowers of colorful, happy-faced pansies, rich-purple violas, kaleidoscope-flowering kale, and bleeding-yellow witch hazel, to name a few, thrived, giving her hope.
“Okay, out with it,” Moira prompted when Tierra brushed her hand over her flowers and they responded with a riot of bursting blooms. “Though that there is one nifty trick. Do ya think it would work on chicken wings?”
"Highly doubtful." Tierra straightened and met her sisters’ worried stare. “Killian told me that he loved me.”
“I knew it,” Claire exclaimed and wrapped her arms around Tierra. “I’m so happy for you.”
“Wait a skunk-lickin' minute,” Moira said. “The vibes I was pickin' up from the two of y'all when you got back to the library were distinctly of thefuck youvariety. And I ain't talkin' about your afternoon boinkfest.”
“That’s because I didn’t return his declaration.”
“Ouch,” Claire said, placing a hand over her heart.
“Now give her a break. It ain’t like she doesn’t have a lot on her plate, what with her oven baking a baby and all.”
“But poor Killian,” Aerin said. “And I really can’t believe I fucking said that.”
“Are you sayin’ that Julian has declared his love for you and you him?”
It was Aerin’s turn to blush. “He did, we did, but that was BP. Before Possession,” she clarified when they all stared at her with confusion. “Since we kicked that soul-squatting bitch out of me, he hasn’t said it again.”
“Well, Nick—what did you call him?” Moira asked Aerin.
“Douchenozzle.”
“Yeah, well if that douchenozzle tries that love crap with me, he'll be suckin' seawater quicker than he can shake his dick.”
“Another reason not to allow them to move into our manor,” Aerin said.
“How do you feel about Killian?” Claire maneuvered the conversation back on point.
“I don’t know. I’m so confused. I desire him, obviously.” She stroked her extended belly. “But he infuriates me with all his demands and high-handed medieval ways.”
“He ain't alone in that particular flaw,” Moira muttered.
“Speak for yourself,” Claire said. “Dru is a modern thinking man.”
“I'll admit even Julian treats me like an equal, though a girl doesn't mind being rescued from a fucking, burning building. Just saying.” Aerin gave Tierra a sympathetic glance.
Moira’s eyes suddenly widened. “Holy shit on a stick, is that…”
“Lucifer,” Claire finished for her on a horrified gasp.
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Lucy had been squatting in these godforsaken woods forever, waiting for her opportunity to get the witches alone. Interesting what she’d overheard. Hiding in the shadows, eavesdropping on her prey was still one of the most effective ways to obtain information, and she excelled at it.
So, Bane was in love with the fertile earth witch and by all accounts the bitch didn’t love him back.
She smirked. Now, that was a torture technique beyond what she could have come up with. No wonder Bane wouldn’t make a deal with her to give up his first born when she had him copper-staked in Hell doing all manner of unspeakable things. The poor reaper was besotted with this tree-hugging, crystal-loving, hippie. She was the last woman on earth Lucy thought Bane would hook up with, let alone give his black heart to.
