mimic; he’ll eventually try to make the same faces back at me.”
Uriah liked the sound of eventually . It meant she still planned to stick around… for now at least.
Makiah’s hands landed on Marie’s cheeks, his fingers pressing and flexing against her soft skin . A small wail sounded as he moved his hands to her nose and finally to her lips. She kissed his fingers before pulling back and lifting him toward Uriah.
Uriah smiled. “You should keep him, just in case.”
Marie shook her head and stood up, placing Makiah in Uriah’s arms. “You’re his father. You need to bond with him. If the big baddies show up, you can hand him back to me, but for now, he’s in a good mood, so talk to him, play with him, and kiss his little face.”
Uriah smiled as he brought Makiah up to his eye level just as Marie had. “You look a bit like your grandfather.”
Makiah squealed before grabbing onto Uriah’s hair and yanking on it. Marie laughed as Uriah grimaced.
Makyle returned with a bemused look on his face. “The place is empty.”
“Well yeah, it’s closed. Do you know where she lives?” Marie asked as she helped Uriah free his hair from Makiah’s little fingers.
“She lives in the apartment above the store.”
Silver light filled the room. Uriah quickly handed Makiah back to Marie. He and Makyle turned to shield them and see where the light had come from.
The woman’s golden eyes flared with recognition just before she threw the ball of energy at Makyle. It hit him directly in the chest, forcing him to take a step back and groan. “Damn it, Sam, it’s me.”
The beautiful, fair -skinned, auburn-haired woman surged forward, her hand flying at Makyle to make direct contact with the side of his face.
“Why do you think I threw the energy ball?” she hissed before raising her palm to slap him again.
Makyle caught the flying hand this time and pushed her against the wall. “I didn’t expect a warm welcome, but shit.”
“You’re lucky I didn’t throw worse at you,” she snarled.
Marie’s brows rose as she leaned forward and whispered to Uriah. “I think maybe he was the asshat in their story.”
Makyle glared at Marie briefly before turning back to Samira. “If I let you go, are you going to attack me again?”
Her eyes narrowed. “Possibly.”
Makyle leaned in close, leaving only inches between them. “Don’t forget that I’m more powerful than you, and I can deliver you to mid-level hell. Now play nice, we need your help.”
She laughed sardonically. “You threaten me and ask for my help in the same sentence… Your arrogance never fails to surprise.”
Makyle grinned at her as he stepped back to stand next to Uriah and Marie.
Samira studied them, her gaze landing and sticking on Uriah. “What does an Immortal Warrior need from a nobody witch?”
Makyle sighed. Samira couldn’t see past the loss of her genie blood long enough to be grateful for the life she was still able to live. “You’re not a nobody witch. You’re a very powerful Immortal caster now.”
“I was a genie, Makyle. You took that from me!”
Makyle growled. “To keep you from the Underworld!” His patience was already waning. She was an infuriating woman.
“Whatever,” she said, turning from the group and heading out of the stockroom. “Follow me.”
Shrugging, Marie was the first to follow her out and up the stairs to the small apartment. Her eyes studying the area with interest ; it was all so eclectic. Touches of nature spread throughout with pops of gold and green everywhere.
“Do you need anything for him?” Samira asked as she moved into the small kitchen and filled a kettle with water and placed it on the stove.
Marie smiled. “I think he needs to be changed and probably fed again here shortly.”
Samira grabbed a blanket from a small closet and handed it to Marie, “You can change him in the living room. I’m Sam, by the way.” She held her hand out and Marie took it, giving it a
Uriah liked the sound of eventually . It meant she still planned to stick around… for now at least.
Makiah’s hands landed on Marie’s cheeks, his fingers pressing and flexing against her soft skin . A small wail sounded as he moved his hands to her nose and finally to her lips. She kissed his fingers before pulling back and lifting him toward Uriah.
Uriah smiled. “You should keep him, just in case.”
Marie shook her head and stood up, placing Makiah in Uriah’s arms. “You’re his father. You need to bond with him. If the big baddies show up, you can hand him back to me, but for now, he’s in a good mood, so talk to him, play with him, and kiss his little face.”
Uriah smiled as he brought Makiah up to his eye level just as Marie had. “You look a bit like your grandfather.”
Makiah squealed before grabbing onto Uriah’s hair and yanking on it. Marie laughed as Uriah grimaced.
Makyle returned with a bemused look on his face. “The place is empty.”
“Well yeah, it’s closed. Do you know where she lives?” Marie asked as she helped Uriah free his hair from Makiah’s little fingers.
“She lives in the apartment above the store.”
Silver light filled the room. Uriah quickly handed Makiah back to Marie. He and Makyle turned to shield them and see where the light had come from.
The woman’s golden eyes flared with recognition just before she threw the ball of energy at Makyle. It hit him directly in the chest, forcing him to take a step back and groan. “Damn it, Sam, it’s me.”
The beautiful, fair -skinned, auburn-haired woman surged forward, her hand flying at Makyle to make direct contact with the side of his face.
“Why do you think I threw the energy ball?” she hissed before raising her palm to slap him again.
Makyle caught the flying hand this time and pushed her against the wall. “I didn’t expect a warm welcome, but shit.”
“You’re lucky I didn’t throw worse at you,” she snarled.
Marie’s brows rose as she leaned forward and whispered to Uriah. “I think maybe he was the asshat in their story.”
Makyle glared at Marie briefly before turning back to Samira. “If I let you go, are you going to attack me again?”
Her eyes narrowed. “Possibly.”
Makyle leaned in close, leaving only inches between them. “Don’t forget that I’m more powerful than you, and I can deliver you to mid-level hell. Now play nice, we need your help.”
She laughed sardonically. “You threaten me and ask for my help in the same sentence… Your arrogance never fails to surprise.”
Makyle grinned at her as he stepped back to stand next to Uriah and Marie.
Samira studied them, her gaze landing and sticking on Uriah. “What does an Immortal Warrior need from a nobody witch?”
Makyle sighed. Samira couldn’t see past the loss of her genie blood long enough to be grateful for the life she was still able to live. “You’re not a nobody witch. You’re a very powerful Immortal caster now.”
“I was a genie, Makyle. You took that from me!”
Makyle growled. “To keep you from the Underworld!” His patience was already waning. She was an infuriating woman.
“Whatever,” she said, turning from the group and heading out of the stockroom. “Follow me.”
Shrugging, Marie was the first to follow her out and up the stairs to the small apartment. Her eyes studying the area with interest ; it was all so eclectic. Touches of nature spread throughout with pops of gold and green everywhere.
“Do you need anything for him?” Samira asked as she moved into the small kitchen and filled a kettle with water and placed it on the stove.
Marie smiled. “I think he needs to be changed and probably fed again here shortly.”
Samira grabbed a blanket from a small closet and handed it to Marie, “You can change him in the living room. I’m Sam, by the way.” She held her hand out and Marie took it, giving it a
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