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Witches and fairies dont get along, Charles warned her.
If his daughters fate rests in the hands of a witch, Beauclaire will bring her flowers and kiss her feet, A
Charles looked at her, then tipped his head.I trust your judgment.
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Besides, Heuter is a jerk, Leslie said. And I dont know about you, but I dont want to be stuck on a boat with him.
Exactly.
Charles didnt like the ocean.
He liked boating even less and despised the way the life jacket restricted his movement. TheDaciana, the thirty-foot boat they were going out on, might be designed for offshore ocean fishing, but the center-console fishing boats like this one had never felt like they were really big enough to handle ocean weather.
The boat was barely big enough to hold all of them: he and A
Charles, said his mate, coming up behind him where he stood alone in the bow, which was somewhat isolated from the rest of the little boat. Malcolm and Isaac were muttering about courses and fiddling with the instruments packed in under the little central raised deck that provided the only protected area of the boat. Everyone else had chosen to wait on the docks until the witch arrived.
Hed heard A
The taint of the ghosts he carried was begi
It was easier to be wolf than human because their evil could not touch Brother Wolf. The wolf felt no guilt, because guilt was a human emotion.
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He did turn to her then. Like him, she was staring off into the distance, her shoulder brushing his like the wings of a butterfly.
Whats that?
You are mine. She didnt look at him but her hand closed possessively over his on the rail of the boat. Her voice was soft and without emphasis; not even werewolf ears would have heard her ten feet away. Your ghosts ca
Brother Wolf grunted in satisfaction. He liked it when their mate got possessive and asserted her rights over him. So did Charles.
Go ahead and smirk, she said, seriously, though her body was relaxed against him. Just keep it in mind. Maybe you dont have to fight all of your battles alone.
Ill remember your words, he told her with returned seriousness, though he pictured A
smirk again.
Thats better, she told him smugly. No more brooding.
And she was right.
The boat swayed a bit as both Isaac and Malcolm moved suddenly and there was a zing of expectation in the air.
About time you got here, woman, Isaac called out in tones of real affection.
Startled, Charles looked over to see a woman walking down the pier to where their boat was docked. She was taller than average, taller than Isaac, who had vaulted up off the boat to trot down the pier to greet her. He kissed her, leaning into it, lingering.
Hes sleeping with the witch he told us was too devious to be trusted to gather information from Jacobs body? said A
Charles laughed and pulled her closer so he could put his chin on top of her head.Gutsy, he said. But hes forgotten the first rule of the mens locker room.
Whats that?
Dont stick your
He didnt need to be crude, so he corrected himself. Dont screw with crazy, no matter how pretty it is.
She snorted.You dont know her.
I know witches, he said. They are all crazy.
What about Moira?
Moira was the white witch who was on the Emerald City Packs payroll. A
Except for the blind ones, Charles allowed.
They watched as Isaac introduced his witch to the FBI agents as Hally Smith. She wasnt beautiful, but she was striking with dark coloring, a long, elegant nose, and a wide, generous mouth.
Isaac helped her down into the boat. To Charles, she stank of black magic as she neared and he wondered how Isaac stood it. Moira, A
The witch looked at Charles as if she could read his mind, which he knew damned well she couldnt.
Well, she said in a low, husky voice. Ive heard so much about you, Charles
Isaac made a noise in his throat and she smiled.
CharlesSmith. Look, we even share a last name. How delightful.
Her last name really is Smith, Isaac told him.
Convenient, said A
But not you, said the witch, and Charles fought the desire to grab his mate and set her behind him where he could protect her better. You and your kind can tell if Im lying.
Only if you arent a good liar, said A
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Ill keep that in mind. Hally smiled and accepted a life jacket from Isaac, then handed him her satchel, a waterproof canvas backpack, to hold while she put it on. There was an unspoken arrogance about the act that set Brother Wolf on edge: Isaac was neither her mate nor her servant whose service was to be taken for granted. She snapped the vest on over her serviceable wool sweater.