problem. It wasn’t until we actually faced him that I finally understood their decision. Felix crackled with magical energy.
Seeing Felix here now answers a few questions for me right away, like who tattooed Trent and his minions with magic immunity. If what I’ve been told about Felix is true, he could have done that. It also explains the teleportation circle, which he would have inscribed.
The fact that I don’t have access to the quicksilver pool, however, I can’t explain. I wouldn’t be able to threaten Felix as a spellcaster, but I could protect myself at the very least.
Trent looks at the ground for the silver spike and realizes that it’s not there anymore. He quickly looks up at me on top of him. For one second, a flood of emotions plays across his face. Hurt and then anger.
Trent reaches around my back without looking and rips the silver spike out of my grip.
“You were going to kill me?” he asks.
Felix chuckles. “Don’t doubt it. This one is the Maiden of her coven.”
“Wait, you know each other?” Trent asks Felix.
“We’ve met,” he answers. “Seduction is her forte. That’s how she wins, Trent—by getting you to lower your guard.”
He’s not wrong—seduction is what I do, but it wasn’t that simple this time around. There was more going on between Trent and I than expected. A lot more. I’m almost afraid to say what it was.
I haven’t experienced that kind of intimacy in a very long time. A part of me wonders if I’ve ever experienced that kind of intimacy. The men I siphon for lust were all being observed, either directly or remotely, by Candice and Saffron through our shared bond to the quicksilver pool.
The few times I didn’t tap into the quicksilver pool with Mason, his sister would have been riding along, feeling everything that he was.
Trent actually looks wounded beneath me. He’s trying to stay mad, but wrestling with unexpected emotions at the same time. He’s starting to think that what happened between us was strictly deception.
If I’m right, he’s magnifying that feeling by how vulnerable he allowed himself to become. I’m all too familiar with how men harden after realizing they’ve exposed their soft underbellies to a woman. It’s almost like they want to feel betrayed in order to feel strong again.
I look down at Trent sympathetically. “If you shifted into a wolf, even a half-man, half-wolf, that would have killed me. I had to protect myself.”
“What? You think I can’t control myself?” he says. “I mastered my wolf a long time ago. I only change when I want to now.”
Felix laughs out loud. “I love it! A witch actually hurt the feelings of my werewolf general! Seeing that alone makes coming all the way down here worth the trouble.”
That’s going to sting Trent’s ego more than I want. I have to control this situation.
“I have no idea how much control you do or don’t have! You could have the discipline of a monk or the hair trigger of a teenager for all I know. I have to look out for myself. I know for a fact that you’re self-interested enough to understand that much. If it makes any difference, I was going to kill you sooner, but kept putting it off.”
That gets a wry grin out of Trent, but Felix laughs.
“Ha! She’s still trying to seduce you! I don’t think she can help herself. It’s like breathing for this one.”
That gives Trent pause as he seriously considers Felix’s words.
“You kissed me. Is that how you get men to lower their guard before stabbing them?”
I stand up off Trent’s lap indignantly.
“If that’s what you want to believe, go ahead. Felix is clearly your master. Let him tell you what to think as well as do.”
“He’s not my master,” Trent counters.
“Uh-huh,” I say sarcastically as I retrieve my clothing. “Let me guess. You have some amicable deal where he tells you to do and you do it. You agreed to be his lackey at first, but now you’re indebted to him. I know what
Seeing Felix here now answers a few questions for me right away, like who tattooed Trent and his minions with magic immunity. If what I’ve been told about Felix is true, he could have done that. It also explains the teleportation circle, which he would have inscribed.
The fact that I don’t have access to the quicksilver pool, however, I can’t explain. I wouldn’t be able to threaten Felix as a spellcaster, but I could protect myself at the very least.
Trent looks at the ground for the silver spike and realizes that it’s not there anymore. He quickly looks up at me on top of him. For one second, a flood of emotions plays across his face. Hurt and then anger.
Trent reaches around my back without looking and rips the silver spike out of my grip.
“You were going to kill me?” he asks.
Felix chuckles. “Don’t doubt it. This one is the Maiden of her coven.”
“Wait, you know each other?” Trent asks Felix.
“We’ve met,” he answers. “Seduction is her forte. That’s how she wins, Trent—by getting you to lower your guard.”
He’s not wrong—seduction is what I do, but it wasn’t that simple this time around. There was more going on between Trent and I than expected. A lot more. I’m almost afraid to say what it was.
I haven’t experienced that kind of intimacy in a very long time. A part of me wonders if I’ve ever experienced that kind of intimacy. The men I siphon for lust were all being observed, either directly or remotely, by Candice and Saffron through our shared bond to the quicksilver pool.
The few times I didn’t tap into the quicksilver pool with Mason, his sister would have been riding along, feeling everything that he was.
Trent actually looks wounded beneath me. He’s trying to stay mad, but wrestling with unexpected emotions at the same time. He’s starting to think that what happened between us was strictly deception.
If I’m right, he’s magnifying that feeling by how vulnerable he allowed himself to become. I’m all too familiar with how men harden after realizing they’ve exposed their soft underbellies to a woman. It’s almost like they want to feel betrayed in order to feel strong again.
I look down at Trent sympathetically. “If you shifted into a wolf, even a half-man, half-wolf, that would have killed me. I had to protect myself.”
“What? You think I can’t control myself?” he says. “I mastered my wolf a long time ago. I only change when I want to now.”
Felix laughs out loud. “I love it! A witch actually hurt the feelings of my werewolf general! Seeing that alone makes coming all the way down here worth the trouble.”
That’s going to sting Trent’s ego more than I want. I have to control this situation.
“I have no idea how much control you do or don’t have! You could have the discipline of a monk or the hair trigger of a teenager for all I know. I have to look out for myself. I know for a fact that you’re self-interested enough to understand that much. If it makes any difference, I was going to kill you sooner, but kept putting it off.”
That gets a wry grin out of Trent, but Felix laughs.
“Ha! She’s still trying to seduce you! I don’t think she can help herself. It’s like breathing for this one.”
That gives Trent pause as he seriously considers Felix’s words.
“You kissed me. Is that how you get men to lower their guard before stabbing them?”
I stand up off Trent’s lap indignantly.
“If that’s what you want to believe, go ahead. Felix is clearly your master. Let him tell you what to think as well as do.”
“He’s not my master,” Trent counters.
“Uh-huh,” I say sarcastically as I retrieve my clothing. “Let me guess. You have some amicable deal where he tells you to do and you do it. You agreed to be his lackey at first, but now you’re indebted to him. I know what
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