Moon Magick by Rae Morgan

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He captured the finger in question and sucked it into his mouth. After releasing it, he
said, "Today. Count on it. Now, go on. What does your tattoo have to do with anything?"
"It's not a tattoo. It's a birthmark. You have a wolf birthmark, too." Brenna paused.
His answering grunt could mean anything or nothing, so she continued, "Earlier in
the kitchen, I spoke with Harry, one of the Coven's hereditary experts, about your wolf
marking and your Miami heritage. He related that during the French and Indian wars,
many of the witch covens, but especially those with the marking of the wolf, spread
inland to escape the war."
His heart faltered, then accelerated until she thought it would beat its way right out
of his chest, but still he said nothing.
She continued, "Because the Indians of the northern and eastern woodlands believed
in earth spirits and shamanism, the witches and the Indians often intermarried. He agreed
with me that at some point in your lineage, one of your relatives was a witch in the Coven
of the Wolf."
His continued silence scared her. At least, he hadn't laughed or, worse yet, thrust her
from him in disgust.
"So, you're saying that I not only have Miami Indian blood, I also have witch
blood?"
"Yes." She looked up and stroked his face. "Does that bother you?"
"No, funnily enough, it doesn't." He smiled at her, and love shone from his eyes like
sun breaking through the misty grey of morning. "So, what does that mean in the grand
scheme of things?" He kissed the fingers that stroked his face. "Is the fantastic sex we
share the only benefit I get from it? Which, mind you, I'm not knocking at all. Or, will I
be able to do other things?"
She laughed at his easy acceptance of a truth that might send some men into shock.
"Well, most witches aren't born knowing how to perform magick or to transport or to do
anything else we witches do. We train. Just as you must have trained to be a shaman
when you were younger, right?"
"I did just enough to make my grandfather happy and to find my spirit guide. I'm
sure the listening to nature lessons helped my survival skills in the service and as a cop,
but I don't recall any of the chants or herbal lessons he gave me. Well, not until yesterday
morning anyway, when I pulled one out of my ass to counter that spell you put on the
glade." Ty smiled. "Do you think my grandfather knew about the witch blood?"
"I'm betting he did." She smiled at him. "And I'm betting he lives on through your
spirit guide and helped you pull that counter spell out of your very fine rear."
Ty bent his head until their foreheads touched. "You are still so not off the hook for
not telling me about your plans to go to that house. When I sensed you there..."
"What?" She raised her head and stared at him. He was serious. He'd sensed her. She
hadn't expected that this soon. The empathic bond between them must be growing
stronger since they conjoined. "You sensed me in the gang house? How strongly? I mean,
from how far away?"
"Is that important?"
At her nod, he thought, then said, "I sensed you soon after I arrived on the scene. At
the time, I connected it to your use of magick, like the protection spell I crossed at the
pond. The world all of a sudden seemed to hold its breath, then I knew you were out
there. Somewhere. In danger." Ty frowned. "I wanted to find you, beat your sweet butt
for putting yourself in danger, and then whisk you away to safety."
"Well, I felt the same way when I sensed you there." She poked him in the chest.
"You left me in your bed and went out to confront that drug gang alone when you
suspected they could be part of the evil that killed Bob John. The evil that we have to
conquer together."
"Yeah, but you didn't tell me, either." He shook her. "So, what does that say about
your argument about doing things together?" Ty countered, his voice filled with anger
and, Brenna thought, hurt.
She didn't fear his anger, just the blinders on his reasoning. Maybe she'd approached
this situation all wrong. She'd have to try to explain her point another way. "Ty, you work
as a part of a team in law enforcement, right?"
"Yeah?" One dark eyebrow arched. "What of it?"
"So, each member of the team has a job to do, and you trust and even bet your life
that your teammate will carry their share of the load. Right?"
"Right."
"From the beginning, you've seen me as a woman, not a partner. Someone to protect,
not someone with whom to share the danger. Yet, just as your law enforcement team
members, I have a part in this battle. Mine is to handle the magickal aspects of the evil.
Yours is to do your regular job as a law officer, or as a warrior, as the Goddess would
say. Do you see my point?"
"So, let me get this straight. I was supposed to take you into my confidence about the
stakeout based on blind trust and on your word?"
"That's right. And if you had, I would've been at your side to warn you about the evil
the Goddess told me about; the evil that was not related to Mo and his drugs. Then, you
wouldn't have been preoccupied with me being in the house and would've stopped Mo
and his people before they ever got out of their vehicles."
He still didn't look convinced.
"I had to go. It was my share of the job. I'm sorry if you can't accept that. With the
other witches here and Drake on his way, you won't have a choice. The witches will do
what is necessary to stop the Seer and Mo."
Grim-faced, Ty nodded, then pulled her down onto his chest and nuzzled the top of
her head. "I was afraid to expose you to Mo. He was one of my bad past experiences.
And I was afraid ... afraid that he would find out about you and hurt you to get at me. I
told myself that after I put him away and he didn't prove to be the evil in the area, that I
would work with you."
"Really?" She hugged him. "So you do trust in my ability a little bit?"
"Yeah, more than a little, but..." He inhaled sharply.
It sounded suspiciously like a sob.
"God, Brenna, I could've lost you last night. When I saw him carrying you off, I
wanted to ... I wanted to tear out his throat for just touching you. I'm amazed that I didn't
kill the bastard."
She pushed away from him. Tears streamed down his face. Her warrior was crying.
Out of fear for her.
"Darling, you are not a stone-cold killer. You follow a higher code than people like
Mo." She raised her head and kissed his chin, then licked the pulse beating at the base of
his throat. "You stopped him. I'm safe."
"I love you," he whispered. "Let me show you how much."
"Yes, please." And I'll show you in return.
Chapter Twelve
Oneness in true complementary mates is defined as when the couple breathes, their
hearts beat and their minds think as one.
- The Male-Female Witch Connection, p.90.
Ty stood up and held out his hand. With a smile as hot as a seven-alarm blaze,
Brenna gave him her hand. He pulled her to her feet then swept her into his arms.
"Ty?" she whispered in a low, sultry tone. She stroked a finger in ever-decreasing
circles around the hollow of his throat. His pulse threatened to beat its way out. "How
soon do you need to go into work?"
He looked down at her upturned face. God, she was sexy [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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