I sat up in alarm, “What do you mean she’s here?”
“She got into my head,” his face was a calm mask but I could see the annoyance swirling in his eyes from being interrupted, “She wanted to give us time to be presentable; something about not wanting to see another wolf naked.”
“For good reason too,” Adamaris strutted into the room, “I’ve been scarred enough for one lifetime.”
She was wearing a black long sleeved bodysuit with skinny jeans and a huge brown jacket over it. She paired it with black high heeled boots. Her lips were painted a dark red color and her eyes were hidden behind dark shades.
When she took them off, I could see deep bags under her eyes.
“You don’t look good,” I began, “Is everything okay?”
“That’s what happens when you’re bonded to someone who can’t seem to stay out of trouble.” Her tone was cold and sharp. “I was booted out of your head during a game with my daughter this morning; what was that about?”
“I don’t know,” I looked to Logan for support, and he held my hands in his before squeezing once, “I still don’t fully understand how this works.”
“Where is the bracelet I gave you?” I held out my hand and the moment she came in contact with it, she cursed, “It isn’t cold anymore.”
“Is that a problem?”
“Of course it’s a fucking problem.” She yelled and Logan growled. She turned to him with a raised brow, “I could knock you out in two seconds flat, and not even break out a sweat.”
“Don’t ever talk to my mate like that again.”
I was torn between siding with Logan and telling him to calm down. I understand where he is coming from but at the same time, I understand why Adamaris is upset. I had one job and I couldn’t even do that right.
As if he could sense the direction my thoughts were going in, Logan ran his thumb over the back of my palm softly.
“I’m sorry,” Adamaris said finally, “I overstepped my boundaries and I realize that.” Logan gave her a terse nod and she turned back to me, “Is there anything else?”
I held out my other hand and showed her the brand that lay on my skin. She took one look at it and muttered a long string of expletives. She opened her mouth to probably berate me but cast one look at Logan and shut it immediately.
“How did this happen?” she asked after a deep inhale.
“I don’t know, it was here when I woke up.”
“Remind me again why you had to see him.”
“I thought he could help.”
“Did he?” she asked and I shrugged, “If you don’t know who she is then he hasn’t helped at all.”
“Isn’t there a way you can find out who she is; maybe search through my memories and see her face?”
“I could, but it’s going to hurt and you’re pregnant. I can’t put your baby in any danger,”
“Your coven has something against harming babies,” I finished for her, “yeah, I know.”
She looked stunned for a second and stared at me with confusion. The way she stared at me unsettled me and I started to fiddle with my thumbs.
“Where did you hear that?” she asked
“You told me, remember.”
“No, I didn’t,” she shook her head, “I would know if I told you that.”
“You told me; I can remember.”
“When did I tell you?”
“It was,” I trailed off because I couldn’t remember, “I don’t know; but how else would I know this?”
“My guess; your memories are coming back; I don’t know if it’s a good thing or a bad thing.”
“Can you help with the branding?” I asked and she gave me a sympathetic look.”
“I can try; but I’m not sure if I can keep whoever it is out of your head anymore.” She admitted, “I’ll work on another protective talisman but I can’t make any promises. I think it’s time you took offense instead of defense. I’ll get everything I need and be back here tomorrow to help with the brand.”
She turned to leave but I stopped her.
“One more thing,” I began, “If it’s not too much to ask, someone else was caught in the crossfire of all this. Both she and her son have been getting nightmares and she has a similar brand on her wrist. Can you help them?”
“Get them here tomorrow; I’ll see what I can do.”
“Thank you.”
With a smile directed at me, and one last curt nod directed at Logan; she disappeared.
ADAMARIS’ P.O.V
I have never seen anyone as prone to trouble as Charlotte Denver. I don’t even know why I’m protecting her. Left to me, I would cut my losses and leave, she comes with a lot of stress and a lot of baggage but Celeste seems to love her.
Speaking of Celeste, I heard her small footsteps running down the stairs. She seems in a hurry, but then again, she always is.
She was wearing a pale pink nightgown with bell sleeves that flowed all the way to her soft, bare feet. Her pale white hair was in a messy ponytail at the back of her head and her eyes that mirrored mine held fear and concern.
Most witches don’t get their powers until they are at least 8 but Celeste started her visions at 4, she is 7 now and they haven’t gotten any easier.
“What’s wrong?” I asked as I pulled her into my arms.
“Mummy, there’s-,” she trailed off and smothered another shudder.
“Tell me Celeste.”
“A fire, there’s a fire.” She said finally and I sighed.
I let out a sigh of relief, “There’s no fire darling, you can relax. It was just-,”
“No!” she wrenched herself out of my grip, “There’s a fire and we’re not safe.”
“Celeste, I don’t-,”
“It’s coming for us, we need to leave now.”
I stared at her for a full minute, when I saw how panicked she was I nodded. “Grab the necessities for both of us; I’ll right the house.”
She rushed back up the stairs and I waited until she had come back down before I started the spell. I learnt this spell the day I gave birth to her. I knew that one day, I might need to get a quick getaway and I never want to be homeless with a mouth to feed.
With this spell I can reduce the size of this house to that of a matchbox.
When I was done, I picked up the miniature version of the house. I placed it in my pocket and grabbed her hand.
“Come, we’ll find someplace to stay,” I told her with a smile, “We’re safe now.”
She shook her head, “We’re too late.”
Before I could ask what she meant, I felt the searing heat of a flame at the back of my neck.