Page 13 of From the Edge
Ted asked, “Mell, what kind of magic do you have?”
“Um, I don’t.”
“What? I thought the shadow mages only cursed mages.”
“Oh. That. Yeah. They were aiming for Rowan. That’s why she killed them so fast. They did one draw, nearly killed me, and she slaughtered them. Then she kept me fed and protected when more of those bastards came by. She bought a new property and set it up for me so that I was protected and had shelter, light, internet, everything. She kept me safe until someone who could help surfaced. Today was that day.”
Norec asked, “Why did she let me near you?”
“Because she knew that one day her protection might not be enough, so she... uh... summoned you.”
Norecayet turned her to face him and shouted, “What?”
She smirked. “You don’t think you found me all by yourself, right?”
The ladies with them chuckled.
He inhaled and exhaled slowly. “I owe her more than I thought.”
She patted his chest. “She guarded us during your rut, so yeah. You do.”
He touched her belly and sighed. “What is her favourite currency?”
“It used to be candy from this one shop in town. I will check with her and let you know.”
Her hand tingled, and she held it out flat. A piece of paper was there with a ten-digit number. She grinned. “This is my phone number if you want to record it.”
He took his phone out and took a picture. “I already recorded the address.”
“Good. I need to see my stuff. I like my stuff.”
Ted chuckled. “I am going to take Mellwyn home. Are you coming, Lucia? I will drop you back home when we are done.”
Yorwell snorted and handed Ted his keys. “Take my car. Better suspension.”
Lucia blushed and pulled him down to kiss his cheek. “Thanks, Yorwell.”
“What do you want for dinner, precious one?”
“Dealer’s choice, but don’t skip dessert.”
Yorwell inclined his head. “Yes, dearest.”
Lucia wrinkled her nose. “I like the endearments. Keep the endearments.”
He grinned. “Yes, my sweet.”
“That one is just accurate. Okay, Ted. Let’s go. I still don’t have a license.”
Mell nodded to her mate and joined the ladies. It was time to go home.
Chapter Three
Rowan placed a food order and drove home, not even slowing as she approached the gates. The wrought iron swung open, and she drove down the drive and toward the expansive house.
Rowan drove past the big house and to the carriage house. She dismounted from her bike and walked into the carriage house. “Aunt Aspen, Mell is free. She’s back to herself and is going to be fine. She’ll be here in an hour.”
A speaker softly played, Remember me?
