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But there wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do for my pack, for my people. If this marriage could bring peace, then I’d go through with it. Even if my husband-to-be was apparently some kind of
mind-controlling psychopath.
I reached my aunts’ door and paused, my hand hovering over the handle. They were going to lose
their absolute shit when I told them about this.
Taking a deep breath, I pushed open the door without knocking.
“Oh my god, Si, you have to see this video of a kitten in a firefighter costume,” Kenzi called out
without looking up from her phone. She and Irene were sprawled across one of the twin beds like teenagers at a sleepover. “Irene keeps saying it’s fake–”
“Because it is fake, you old hag,” Irene shot back, not taking her eyes off the screen.
“That’s fucking funny, coming from the actual hag. And I’m not old!” Kenzi shrieked, finally glancing up. “Tell her, Si. Forties are the new…” She trailed off when she saw my face, her expression shifting instantly. “Si, what’s wrong? What happened?”
Irene sat up too, her witch instincts probably picking up on my emotional turmoil.
“You better stay seated,” I warned, closing the door behind me. “I went to Kellan’s room.”
“You’re not supposed to see the groom the night before the wedding!” Irene gasped, scandalized.
I deadpanned her. “Maybe in normal marriages. I’ve barely seen the man twice since I arrived here, so sorry if I wanted to speak with the one I’m about to be bound to for eternity.”
Irene’s expression turned thoughtful. “I could poison him after a few weeks if you don’t like him. Make sure it’s ruled out as a disease. We keep the alliance and you get rid of a thorn on your side.
Not that he’s bad on the eyes, though. I wonder if I could somehow change his personality…”
“You can do that?” I asked, genuinely surprised.
“Everything is possible with the right amount of motivation,” Irene said with a mischievous grin. “I’d hate to see you being miserable next to a man you don’t like, Si. I know you were the one to choose. this, but it doesn’t mean you have to force yourself to be happy, love.”
“Your aunt is right, Si,” Kenzi chimed in, sitting up straighter. “I can totally rip him to shreds and scatter his innards in the forest if you ask. We’re here for you, kid. Just say the words.”
The fierce protectiveness in their voices made my chest tight with emotion. These women would
go to war for me without a second thought.
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“I love you both, crazy hags,” I said, meaning every word. “But that’s not what this is about. I walked to his room and…” I grimaced, knowing they were about to completely lose their shit. “I saw Kellan buried very deep in a maid.”
Both women shot to their feet with identical shrieks of outrage, but I held up my hands to shush
them.
“It’s fine! I was annoyed but it’s not like I love the man. He better have lovers because I am not sleeping with him. Anyway, the thing is, he ran after me.”
“Did he touch you?” Kenzi growled, her wolf clearly close to the surface.
“It’s not that,” I sighed. “We were talking and…I felt something.”
“Like what?” Irene leaned forward, her witch instincts on high alert.
“As if a tendril was reaching through the air and trying to brush my
brain.”
Kenzi and Irene shared a loaded look before Irene spoke. “Magic?”
“I think so. I focused on the thread like Janelle taught me, and it was connected to him. The magic…it was Kellan’s.”
Irene’s face went deadly serious. “What was he saying, at that moment?”
“He said I’d forget about what happened, and I’d no longer defy him. That I’d live happily once we were married.”
“Is it what I think it is?” Kenzi asked Irene, her voice tight.
“What?” I demanded.
Irene rubbed a hand over her face. “Fucking hell. Okay. You know how there are different types of magic, right, Si? Like how I have a broad sort of magic that can adapt to many spells, which makes me strong, but Janelle has a specific magic that lets her see and manipulate bonds inside one person’s mind.”
I nodded, already sensing where this was going. I’ve seen Janelle, another of our pack witches, work her magic tons of times. “Yes.”
“According to what you just told us, my suggestion is that Kellan has a suggestive, manipulative sort of magic. He might be able to push his will into other people’s minds.”
“That’s it,” Kenzi declared, jumping to her feet again. “We’ll call this whole damn thing off and run home tonight. This shit is definitely more than we thought it’d be.”
“I can place some spells to delay them and call Kiana to let her know-” Irene started, but I cut her
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off.
“No. Can you protect your and Kenzi’s minds?”
“Yes, of course.”
“Then do that. We won’t tell my parents about this, and won’t call the wedding off. Please, swear
you won’t tell them.”
Both women looked at me like I’d grown a second head.
“Si, but it’s too dangerous…” Kenzi protested.
“My parents taught me how to handle myself, Ken. Promise me you won’t tell them about this until
I gather more information, after the wedding. Peace is more important than one witch.”
“That witch is your fiancé,” Irene pointed out.
“And there’s no better option than me to be his wife.”
Kenzi and Irene shared another look, some silent communication passing between them.
“We promise,” they said in unison, though neither looked happy about it.
I smiled grimly, thinking about tomorrow’s ceremony. Kellan had no idea what he was getting himself into. Sure, he could try to mind-control other people all he wanted, but magic didn’t work
on me.
Being a null definitely had its perks.
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