Ethereal's Call

By Leslie Cook

Kyra Vale Aiwler is an unpopular witch on an assignment for her coven. Her task is clear, and her goal is set. Then she gets derailed when she crosses paths with a Fae bartender, Micah Rao. She has no interest in anything he has to offer, but he will not take no for an answer. Ensnared by his proposal, she finds herself at the mercy of a secret destiny and a past she knew nothing about. She crosses over to a world that is foreign to her and one she may not be ready to embrace. She goes on an epic journey and learns about her true self and the heritage that she was being denied. She has untapped potential and power that she will need to overcome the obstacles of her past. She is the hope that is threatened by a lingering darkness that will not be easily overcome. With the aid of her new relationships, will she be able to conquer the threats of this foreign land?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Fulton Books, Inc.
• Release date: Oct 20, 2021
• ISBN: 9781637101568

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Ethereal's Call

Leslie Cook

Copyright © 2021 Leslie Cook

All rights reserved

First Edition

Fulton Books, Inc.

Meadville, PA

Published by Fulton Books 2021

ISBN 978-1-63710-155-1 (paperback)

ISBN 978-1-63710-156-8 (digital)

Printed in the United States of America

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

About the Author

Chapter 1

I arrived an hour ago. I found the farthest corner of the hotel bar to hide in. Luckily, I am seated next to the window. I am doing everything I can to not be noticed until I see my mark. I glamoured myself to resemble Jessica Alba. I only hope it doesn't cause too many problems for me. I know my mark is staying in this hotel, and I also know he has been frequenting this bar every night since his arrival. It is how he pregames for his long nights of underground poker in the basement of this hotel. The unsanctioned, high-stakes gambling that only the exclusive of enchanted society know about.

A motion in the corner of my eye causes me to look up from my phone. A false pretense, of course. I am not trying to look anxious, and the phone is not a reliable aid for hiding my annoyance. I take another sip of my whisky as I scan the room and see he has still not arrived. The spaghetti strap of my little black dress falls off my shoulder, and I adjust myself so my oversized cleavage stays reasonably concealed. Yes, I am dressed like a high-class hooker, which is a total oxymoron since I am hiding in this corner. The bartender keeps eyeing me as well.

He is quite beautiful actually. He is obviously Fae-kind. He is supermodel tall, and his lean frame is muscled like he is a gymnast. He has the collar of his white shirt open and sleeves rolled up, making him look quite debonair with his black pants. Clean-cut, blue eyes, and dark hair—he is actually very distracting. I try to avoid eye contact with him. He is obsessively cleaning the glasses behind the bar in what I assume is an attempt to look busy. I think he may be the one who determines who gets to sit at the tables for poker. If my sources are correct, he and his gay lover run this establishment. Very high-class and conservative on the surface, but the rumors about what goes on behind the scenes are anything but—as is to be expected with the Fae and the enchanted.

The thought makes me smirk, and the bartender notices my expression. I turn to look out the window. When I attempt to return my attention back to my phone, the bartender is standing next to the table. Would you like another? He gestures to my empty whisky glass.

I would, I say as I push the glass to ease his reach. He tips the bottle of Crown he has in his hand and pours me a refill.

Mind if I take a seat? he asks rhetorically. He does not wait for me to respond, and he slides into place across from me. I press the button on the side of my phone to turn off the screen. Sipping my replenished whisky glass, I look at him, waiting for him to say something. I have never seen you here before. Mind telling me what brings you here tonight?

Not at all, I say. I try to be light and flirty, regardless of what my sources say his sexual preferences are. I am here for the fine accommodations and alcohol selection. He smirks in response. To what do I owe, that causes you to grace me with your company?

With a glamour like that and dressed like sin, a man cannot help himself but inquire. Now it's my turn to smirk. Pray tell. He leans in. I don't know what trouble you are looking for, but I strongly encourage you to take it elsewhere.

I narrow my eyes at him over the rim of my glass in response to his challenge. Sir. I lower my glass and consider my tone and choice of response. I attempt to sound as demure as possible. I have no idea to what you are referring to. I am just here enjoying a fine evening by the window.

He sighs and shakes his head as he leans back. What do you want? he asks in a very matter-of-fact tone. A motion by the door causes me to turn my head, and I smile a little. He follows my gaze as he watches the familiar incubus that resembles James Bond enter and lean against the bar. I glance back at the bartender across from me, scoop up my phone, and place it in my clutch. Scooting around, I stand and straighten the second skin that is dared to be called a dress. Reaching for my whisky glass, he grabs my wrist. Don't. He locks his gaze with mine. His tone is direct, more like an order than a warning.

I lean into him, annoyed. I got this. Thanks.

He reaches for the ring on my finger to remove the glamour, and I close my fist. You have no idea what he is, he warns.

Feeling insulted and irritated, I take a breath. Actually, I do, I snap. Now if you don't mind? I pull my wrist from his grip. I lift my glass and start to sashay over to Mr. Bond, leaning against the counter. The bartender is quick on my heels from behind the counter.

What can I get for you tonight, Isaac? the bartender asks as he braces his forearms.

Vodka, Sprite, Belvedere, please. Thanks, Micah, he says as his attention started to turn in my direction. Micah narrows his eyes at me as he turns to start mixing his drink. Well, you look like some trouble I might be interested in, Isaac says to me. I smile and feign a blush as I place my empty glass on the counter. Micah, go ahead and pour the lady another. Micah rolls his eyes as he reaches for the vodka. And what lovely name do you have?

My name is Karen. I settled in next to him to show interest.

Well, Karen, my name is Isaac. It is a pleasure to meet such a fine creature as yourself. What brings you to this fine establishment on such an evening as this?

Micah narrows his eyes at me with inquisition as well. He slides my refilled whisky glass to me.

I am here to engage in fine conversation and good company. Isn't that what everyone is here for? I say as I glare at Micah over the rim of my whisky glass in an effort to warn him off. Who does this guy think he is? I didn't ask him for his help or intervention. Go away!

Well, Karen, I think I can offer plenty of those things. Especially tonight, Isaac says. I cock my head in his direction, signaling interest. He reaches for my hip. Would you care to join me for…

Karen has other obligations tonight, Isaac. She is not available for any extracurricular activities, Micah interrupts. My head snaps around with a scowl in Micah's direction.

Oh, so she is an employee then? Isaac asks.

I am not. I am a free agent, I growl in frustration.

Yes, that we have just hired, Micah replies with a satisfied smirk.

Well, Karen. Isaac rests his hand on my hip. I look forward to seeing you around then.

I'll buzz you in, Micah says to Isaac, and he pulls away from me with a wanted look, licking his lips. He disappears around the corner, leaving me with Micah.

What the hell was that? I snap at him.

You tell me, he challenges, braced against the bar. Do you actually think that cliché act will get you in?

With an Incubus? Yes, I growl, and my cliché act almost got me there!

Not by a long shot. The only reason I haven't thrown you out like some mortal is because of the glamour. What enchanted being are you that I should let you in?

I purse my lips. I'm a witch.

He narrows his eyes at me, and I can tell he is taking in my scent. No, you are more than just a witch. He pushes off the counter and looks over his shoulder, Joe, he calls out, take over. I have to step out for a bit. He turns back to me. Come with me, he says as he swings the end of the counter up and steps out from behind the bar. He gestures for me to follow, and I comply reluctantly. He walks me through the lobby. My stiletto shoes echo on the marble floor. We step into the elevator that takes us to the top floor. We don't speak, and I lean against the wall as the elevator stops twice to pick up additional passengers. One of them being a small child that looks as if he is up to some kind of mischievous deed. It invokes a small smirk from me as I watch him run out.

When the elevator stops on the top floor, we step out and make our way down the hall of offices to the very end. Stepping through the door, I take a pause. There is a wall of polarized glass that looks over the Blue Ridge Mountains that take my breath away. I'm drawn to the view and cannot help myself but to absentmindedly walk closer and stare. I hadn't noticed the desk with the well-muscled, roguish Fae male. He was sitting and reviewing the ninety-inch television with footage of security cameras looking over poker tables.

When he cleared his throat, I break my awestruck gaze away from view. Jesus, Fae men are beautiful. I hope my thoughts are staying with me. The sexual tension between these two men is unmistakable. Micah's lover was every bit as beautiful as he, but more exotic with olive skin and black hair. A little taller and stockier, he is dressed casually in jeans and a V-neck T-shirt. His muscles bulged so much that his shirt looked strained to stay covered on him.

Lazlo, Micah says to him as he leans against the desk and crosses his arms, it appears we have a witch in need of entrance.

I crease my forehead and approach them both.

And you are? Lazlo inquires in my direction as he looks me up and down.

Karen, Karen Baker.

Micah snorts and rolls his eyes at my introduction.

Well, Karen, what brings you to our fine establishment? Lazlo asks as he intertwines his fingers and leans his elbow against his desk.

I fidget for a moment since this is not how I had planned for this night to go, but what the hell. At this point, what do I have to lose? Frustrated, I step around and sit in one of the chairs across from the desk and cross my legs. Gentlemen. My tone is frank and direct as I look them in the eye. I would like a seat at the high-stakes poker table for the grimoire. There is a moment of silence. I am assuming they are considering something.

I start to become impatient. When I begin to stand, Lazlo says, Okay. Micah and I both look at him in surprise. He looks at Micah, I am assuming you brought her up her for the scroll? He purses his lips and nods in response. Lazlo stands and walks to a painting on the wall. He swings it open to reveal a safe. Tapping in the combination, he takes out a weathered cylinder container. He brings it to me. There is a condition, of course. If you can open this cylinder and decipher its contents, then you may have a seat at the table. I take the cylinder from him, and he goes to lean against the desk next to his boyfriend. The two of them are so beautiful next to each other it's almost uncomfortable to look at them—almost. I am assuming you know the opening bid is fifty thousand to play.

Of course, I say as I start to examine the cylinder. Ancient runes started to glow as I brushed my fingers over the sides. They both looked surprised and pleased. Reading the inscription, What is in this? I'm not unlocking doomsday, am I?

You speak as if you have some experience. Micah smirks. I narrow my eyes at him in response.

We are not really sure. We are hoping it is the answer to a problem we have in our own realm, Lazlo replies.

I sigh as I stand. I will need to take this with me.

No! they both say in unison.

I lift my eyebrow in response. It requires something I do not have with me to open it.

Which is? Micah asks. I fidget for a moment, considering how to answer. Well?

Witch's blood. My tone is very matter-of-fact.

I am confused. I thought you said you are a witch. Micah's tone is very accusing.

I am half witch. This requires the blood of a pure witch, I reply. It is not a problem for me to acquire the blood you need, but this also requires a ritual to be opened. So basically, the power of three and one of pure descent to call forth the key. So you won't be able to open this here, and it has to be opened with the consent of others.

Lazlo sighs and rubs a hand over his face as he considers his course of action. He looks at Micah. Go with her. It's too important to not take the risk. Keep me informed. Micah nods in agreement. He turns back to me, If you are deceiving us, I promise you the consequences will be severe.

I roll my eyes in response. I could give two shits about what is in this container. I just need a seat at the table. You asked me to come up here. Just make sure you remember that. I hand the scroll to Micah. You carry it. I will meet you in the lobby. You have fifteen minutes, or the deal is off.

Micah takes the canister. What was your backup plan?

I turn and walk across the room. Don't be late. I have phone calls to make, I say as I close the door.

Chapter 2

I am standing in the lobby with my stilettos dangling from fingers in one hand while I am talking on the phone. Change of plans, I say to an irate voice. I need two people from your coven to meet me. We need to perform a ritual.

Tonight? Now? the voice barks.

Yes, that is what I said. We get this done, and I am in, I quip.

This is not what we agreed to, the voice snaps.

Hence, why it is called a change of plans. Have two people meet me in the valley in two hours. I hang up on the voice before they have a chance to respond. I turn, and Micah is standing behind me in an Adidas hoodie, jeans, and a sling pack.

Shall we? he asks. I reply with a look of irritation as I lead the way.

The parking lot is well lit under the light as we walk to the Dodge Charger parked in the far corner. I push the button, and it signals it is ready for entrance. I open my door and toss my shoes to the back seat, and we both slide in. I push the button to start the engine, and we exit the parking lot. We follow the signs for Interstate 26 and ride in silence.

Twenty minutes later, we pull into the parking lot of a Budget Inn. Micah looks at me sideways. Stay in the car. I will only be a minute. I have to change. I step out of the car before he has time to comment. Fortunately, my parking space is directly in front of my room. It's a typical hotel room. No frills—just a bed and a bath. There is not even a closet, which is fine with me since I only plan on being here for a few more days. I shimmy out of the dress, wash the makeup off my face, and put on skinny jeans, a V-neck T-shirt, and hoodie. I snatch up my vest and slip on my tall boots. I pull my hair back into a ponytail, slide my phone into my back pocket, and grab my backpack on the way out the door. Micah is leaning against the car texting on his phone.

Sticking with the glamour? he asks as he watches me and opens the door.

I ignore him as I open my door and pull my phone out to make a call. I press a single button, and it connects. Were you able to get two people?

Yes, but they are inexperienced. The elders are pissed, the voice is loud enough to be heard by Micah.

I don't really care. That isn't why I am calling. Do you have incense and sage? If not, its fine. I can get some on the way.

Are you serious right now? says the annoyed voice on the phone.

So that's a no? Okay, I will bring it with me. Don't worry about the newbies. I can lead the ritual. They just need to be able to follow directions.

You fucking half-breed bitch…, the voice begins to bark. We all knew you would fuck this up…!

I roll my eyes. Okay, see you soon. Bye. I hang up the phone. I let the phone fall to the middle console as we pull out of the parking lot. We have to make one more stop, and then it's about a forty-five-minute hike to the ritual site.

In the dark? Micah asks.

It has to be in the dark. This particular ritual requires it. It just so happens the moon is in the appropriate cycle for us to accomplish this tonight. Otherwise, we would have to wait a month, I tell him.

There is a long moment of silence before he asks the question that I can tell is egging him on. What is your other half?

I cut my eyes at him and smirk. The half that is not a witch.

But you're not mortal either. He looks unimpressed with my clever response. You don't seem to be very popular.

I am popular enough. We turn off into the parking lot of a strip mall and find the Raven Moon Emporium. Stopping the car, I look to Micah. Can I see the cylinder again?

He reaches to the bag on the floor and pulls open the zipper. He rummages for a moment and pulls out the cylinder. He hands it to me, and I blow softly on it. It lights up again, and I read the inscription. I purse my lips, considering.

What? Micah asks.

I look at him inquisitively. This is not a difficult inscription to understand. I am just curious as to why you were struggling to figure it out.

We do not have mortal witches in our realm or any mortals at all. That canister has never glowed or had any type of reaction to being handled until you touched it.

I creased my brow, considering his statement. I hand the canister back to him, and I turn to exit the car. He takes hold of my wrist again. I fist my hand to make sure he does not remove the ring with the glamour.

What is it? What are you not saying?

It has nothing to do with you, so don't worry about it. We don't have a lot of time to waste, so I suggest we keep moving, I tell him, and he relaxes his grip on my wrist.

The hanging bell rings as we step into the store. We both cover our noses because the store is overwhelming with the smell of incense and potpourri.

Wow, that is really strong, I comment.

What is it with humans and polyuria? Micah asks.

I shake my head. I just need a few things, and then we will be out of here. You can wait outside if you want. He nods and steps back out.

I rush around and snatch up sage, incense, candles, and salt. I walk it over to the teenager behind the register that is scrolling through her phone. Will that be all for you? she asks as she puts her phone down. I nod as I fight back the tears from my burning eyes. Thirty-five, ninety-nine, she says as I place the chip of my card into the reader. Swiping my signature across the screen, I take my card, and she bags the items. Come again, she says as I exit the store. I buckle over and gasp for air as soon as I step outside. I lean on the wall for a moment and rub the burn from my eyes. Blinking a few times, I notice Micah watching and smirking. I sigh. I can tell he is starting to formulate some of his own theories. I push off the wall and walk to the car. I swing open the door, toss the plastic bag to the back seat, and slip in.

We are back on the road, headed for our final destination. Traffic is light, and the road is pitch-black as is customary in North Carolina. Where are we headed? Micah asks.

Blue Ridge Parkway. It's an easy hike, and the moon is actually going to give us a favorable amount of light, I reply.

What do you want with the grimoiere? Micah asks.

Why do you want the cylinder opened? I reply.

Fair enough, but what makes you think you have a chance at winning?

What makes you think I don't?

He sighs. Just pointing out there will be a lot of experienced players. The competition will be steep, and there will not be much room for chance.

Do you have any suggestions for alternative means for it to be acquired? He rubs his hand over his chin. I did not think so, I quip.

What will you do after you are finished with all of this? he asks.

I look over at him, confused. Move onto the next thing, I reply.

And what would that happen to be?

I don't know yet. This is an odd line of questions.

I just like to know what type of person I am dealing with since we are about to go hiking in the dark on a random trail, he replies.

I laugh. Bullshit. You didn't even bat an eye when your partner sent you on this little field trip. Something tells me this is far from your first rodeo when it comes to tasks of this nature. He is smirking when I glance over at him. Don't invest too much time in attempting to figure this all out. After the poker game, I will be out of your life, and you will never see me again.

Oh, you think so?

We pull into an overlooking parking spot. I know so. Is there something you are trying to tell me?

He shrugs. We like to keep people with a specific skill set or talent on retainer for future business opportunities should they arise. If you are interested. He opens the door.

I step out and start dumping the items I purchased into my backpack. I may be open to future business endeavors. I close the door and swing my bag over my shoulder as I walk to the trunk.

Of course, full disclosure and honesty are a must, he says, and he follows my lead to the rear of the vehicle.

I pop open the trunk and hand him a headlamp and flashlight. Let's not get ahead of ourselves. One thing at a time. We wrap this up and see where we stand after. The trunk clicks close.

Micah smiles. I think we will have a bright future together.

How many of these kinds of things do you do on a regular basis? I ask in disbelief.

Enough to keep things interesting, he replies.

I see, I reply nonchalantly.

You don't, but you will, he quips. I take the lead, and we hike in silence until we arrive at the ritual location.

Two teenagers are waiting for us. They are jumping up and down, attempting to make efforts to warm themselves. I reach around to my backpack and pull out hand warmers for them. Hear. I toss them both one. They both stare at Micah in all his Fae beauty. Have you two ever participated in a ritual before?

Um, yes, simple ones like blessings and stuff, says the petite blonde.

Okay, good, I say as I start setting up the candles on the stone boulder. Do either of you know your lineage?

My lines are pure on both sides, says the tall skinny brunette.

All right. I take the salt out and start pouring the lines for an astrological heptagram. I dig through my bag and take out a knife. Micah. I reach out for him. The cylinder, please. He reaches into his bag and hands it to me. I look at the brunette. Prick your finger and rub the edge of the cylinder. She nods and takes the items. I hand the other the sage and incense. Clean the area and set the incense on the four corners, please. She nods, and they both go to work as I finish laying the salt and write the zodiac signs in chalk around the heptagram. Micah watches quietly as we work.

The cylinder glows and starts to rotate like a mechanical puzzle box. The girl looks over at me. It's okay. Bring it here. I throw the chalk to the side and stand next to her as the cylinder shifts around in her hands. How is your Latin? She shrugs. Okay, repeat after me. I look over to the other as she lights the last of the incense. She follows the silent direction and comes to us. They hold either end of the canister over the heptagon, and I hover my hands over all of it. "Repeat what I say: Ver aestas autumnus et hiems recte dicitur quasi tempestas iniqua sermo cursu vocationis natue. Ver aestas autumnus et hiems recte dicitur quasi tempestas iniqua sermo cursu vocationis natue. Ver aestas autumnus et hiems recte dicitur quasi tempestas iniqua sermo cursu vocationis natue," we say in tandem and begin to chant. The winds pick up, and the salt starts to spin in a whirlwind. The cylinder begins to levitate, and the girls release it from their grip. Our chanting quickens as the locks on the canister click into place.

It pops open and floats to the surface of the boulder. I lean over and retrieve the parchment. Micah rushes over to see as well. I unroll it. The image of an elemental seal with the words influunt ex elementis liberum dimisit tibi vincula faciens pacem around the outside of the seal. I look up at the moon and curse.

What is it? Micah asks.

I look pensive and stand in the center of the boulder. This has to happen tonight, I say.

What does? Micah asks.

Do you want this curse lifted? He looks at me, confused. There is no time. It's now or never if you want this counter curse to work. He pulls out his phone to call Lazlo and curses when there is no signal. What's it going to be?

He considers for a moment. Do it.

I nod. Everyone, stand back, I order. I need the knife. I gesture to the brunette girl. She hands me the pocketknife. I cut into the palm of my hand and let the blood flow. I hold the paper out in front of me and let the blood drip over the symbol and coat the paper. I start to chant, Influunt ex elementis liberum dimisit tibi vincula faciens pacem. Influunt ex elementis liberum dimisit tibi vincula faciens pacem. Influunt ex elementis liberum dimisit tibi vincula faciens pacem. The ground shakes, and I keep chanting. The girls become scared and hug each other as the wind starts to whip around. My eyes begin to glow, and I can feel power start to course through me. The ground shakes, and thunder cracks. Lightning flashes. I begin to levitate from the ground, and my chanting changes from Latin to old Fae. Micah stands and perks up as he recognizes the call. Elements -o cuil a galad im nall- na cin. Tul- forth cín fruits -o rost a harest. I dór calls na cin in baur. N- lain an im cín rís nall- cin forth na n- lain. The ground shakes violently. The girls scream. Eri- before nin! Im conn- cin show yourselves sui lain beings. My voice is booming and is echoing.

All become still as I levitate above the boulder, eyes glowing and blood flowing to the boulder, and dripping to the earth. An ethereal creature emerges. It resembles a reindeer but is three times its size. Its antlers look like tree branches and has a tail that whips around like a lion's. It has feathered feet like a Clydesdale. Micah steps forward in awe and falls to his knee. The creature approaches tentatively. Peng, an im am cin ris a conn- cinna cindutui. Ten min needs a feed I dor an its beleg boutui. My tone is softer, and the creature approaches. It bows and screeches then shakes its head and leaps into the air. The seal and the canister light into flames. I float back to the surface of the boulder. I stumble to stay on my feet. Micah sees me about to plummet and rushes to me. He catches me. The girls have already run off, overwhelmed by the experience.

He places me down on the ground and sets me upright against the boulder. I'm exhausted from channeling so much energy. My eyes are fluttering. Just give me a few minutes, and I will be all right, I struggle to mumble.

Micah can't stand it anymore. He takes advantage of my weakened state and removes the ring that holds my glamour to me. I'm too disoriented to challenge him, but I can tell he is smirking. You are Fae, he says in a satisfied tone. My pale skin and strawberry-blond hair with green eyes are a striking contrast to my Jessica Alba glamour. I can feel him stroking the tips of my pointed ears. And you were fucking amazing. You have no idea how long we have been looking for you, Your Highness.

Don't call me that, I mumble.

He shakes his head and rummages through his pack for a bandage. Wrapping my hand, he leans in close. Only royalty could do what you just did. That was nothing short of miraculous.

Shut up. You sound like a crazy person. Just leave me here. I will find my own way back. I feel him scoop me up in his arms and kiss me on my forehead.

Never in all my life did I ever think I would witness anything like that. Your people have been waiting a long time for you. They need you, he says as he starts to carry me.

Chapter 3

I open my eyes and don't recognize where I am. The ceiling is vaulted, and the bed is massive. I am under the comforter in only my lacy underwear, and on either side of me is Micah and Lazlo. I push myself up from the bed and move the long strands of my hair from my face. I am disoriented and try to think of what I remember last. How the hell did I get here, and where is here? I jump when I feel fingers brush against the scars on my back. I look over, and Micah is cradling a pillow as his fingertips follow the random crisscrossed marks. I notice the glamour on their ears is gone, and they are both as pointed as mine. How did this happen? he asks, still half asleep. I reply with a bewildered expression, not understanding what is happening right now.

I ignore him and scan the room. It's beautiful and luxurious. White marble and open spaces with plush furniture. I turn my head in the other direction when I feel a hand around my wrist. Are you going to answer his question? Lazlo asks in his half-delirious morning state. His hand starts tracing the scars on my stomach. These look older than the others. I should be pulling away from them touching me so intimately, especially since we are all in our underwear. It's so odd though. I feel completely safe right now. It's almost intoxicating, and I'm still too disoriented to fight the urge to lay back down with them. I try to shake off this compulsion and focus. Why am I here? What am I doing? I blink and try to clear my mind of this fog I have found myself in. It does little good. I rake my fingers through my hair, and my mind is telling me to move. My body will not listen, and I don't know how I feel about it.

Micah takes in a deep breath. Come here. You shouldn't be up yet. I don't argue with him, and I don't know why. I tuck in close against him and let him spoon me. It feels warm and comforting with his muscular arms around me. Lazlo scoots in close, and we are all tangled up in one another; and it feels more safe and secure then I have ever experienced. I can feel myself start to rejuvenate.

Why am I here? I ask them.

Because you passed out from manipulating so much power, Micah explains as he moves hair behind my ear.

I can feel myself starting to drift back to sleep again. Why are we all laying here together like this? I ask through a yawn.

Because we are Fae and this is how we help one another rejuvenate, Lazlo replies, especially when we are not in our realm.

What… A finger over my lips stops me from asking another question.

You have to answer our questions now, Lazlo interrupts me. His fingers go back to my midsection and trace the scars. How did this happen?

I yawn. My mother. She freaked out when I started to phase to my feral form and attacked me.

What? The shock was evident in Lazlo's voice. He and Micah shared a concerned look.

I nodded absently. She is human, so she didn't know that would happen. She thought I was a demon or something. It's understandable. I have horns. I feel Lazlo kiss my forehead.

And these? I can feel Micah's fingers along my back.

I giggle because it tickles. Dire wolf. They are senseless when they shift. It's why I need the grimoire. So I can fix them. That grimoire is from the witch who cursed them. I think I feel Micah nibble on the tip of my ear. Why are you helping me?

Because we are Fae and we are your personal guards, Lazlo says, but my brain is too intoxicated on comfort and contact to register what he is telling me.

I don't need guards, I mumble as I drift back to sleep. I can feel both men chuckling at me.

It's much later in the afternoon when I wake up again. I am coherent this time, and when I sit up, the bed is empty. My mind starts remembering and registering the events that took place. Fuck! I belt out in frustration with myself. I completely let my guard down. I throw the covers off and stand in the middle of the room in my underwear. I swivel around looking for clothes and see none. I make my way to the dresser and pull out a T-shirt then sweatpants that are way too big. I look ridiculous, but I don't have time to ponder my state of dress. I go to the door and attempt to open it. The knob doesn't budge. It's locked. I lean my head against the door and curse again. I try the other doors, and it is more of the same. I become frustrated. I cannot believe I let this happen. What is wrong with me? I know better than to let my guard down, and I know there is no such thing as free help. I shake my head. I have to get the fuck out of here. They have trapped me here, and I don't know why or what their motives are.

I place my hands on my hips and try to clear my mind and focus. I go to the door and place my thumb over the keypad. It's been a while, but I figure it's worth a try. I whisper the incantation to unlock the door. The lock pops, and I smile. When I go to swing the door open, the alarm siren starts blaring and sends my Fae hearing into overdrive. I curl up in a ball in the middle of the room and try to cover my ears. Micah rushes in and types in the code to turn off the alarm. He kneels down to me. It's okay. It's off. I looked up from where I had my head tucked in. Sorry. I only stepped out for a little while. I intended to be back sooner so you wouldn't wake up alone. He helps me to stand. Are you hungry? I can send for room service.

Um, thank you, no. I really just need to go. If I could get my stuff, that would be great, and then I will be back for the game tomorrow night.

Go? Go where? Micah asks. I can take you wherever you need to go.

That won't be necessary. All I need is my stuff, I tell him.

Micah swings the door shut. You're not going anywhere.

I sigh. I appreciate what you did for me last night—really, I do—but you can't keep me here.

I don't think you understand. He takes a hold of my wrist.

Micah, don't do this, I warn him.

You need to stay calm and let me explain, he says. Of course, my reaction is anything but calm. The room we were standing in has a wall of glass that is concealed by sheer curtains. My breathing starts to quicken, and the glass in the windows start to vibrate. Micah steps in and places a hand on my face to calm me, but it doesn't work. I start to pull away, and the glass in the windows starts to crack. Micah leans his forehead next to mine. Princess, please.

Don't call me that, I warn him as the glass begins to shatter. Fear starts to grip me, and I feel myself start to become feral. Thick ram horns wrap around my head. My fangs start to grow, and my feathered wings sprout from my back, ripping the T-shirt I had acquired. My eyes flash a glow of power, and the pupils become slits like a snake's. They cannot keep me here! I have to go! I have to leave!

Don't go, please, I beg you, Micah's voice is barely above a whisper as he begs. We have been waiting for you for so long.

I feel a spike of fear up my spine, and the glass shatters. Shards rain down on the asphalt, causing car alarms to go off. I feel a cool gust of wind blow in, and the billowing curtains advertise my escape. My wings start to move on their own, then Micah steps in and hugs me. He holds me tight against him. I send a small volt of power through my body that forces him to let me go. He falls. I turn and run through the open window. I open my wings and let the wind take me in flight.

I don't know what direction I am flying in. I just know I have to get away from them. They are intoxicating, and I know I can lose myself in them and their world. I'm not ready. I'm not able to do that. Not right now. There is too much I have to do. Too much that only I can do.

My mind starts to clear in the rush of cool air. I realize how late in the day it is. The sun will be setting soon. Shit, I am starving, and I am flying in a bra and sweatpants that are too big. I take a breath and change direction toward the Budget Inn. I will have to land in the woods and walk over. I roll my eyes since I know this will look awkward. I curse again when I remember that I don't have my glamour. I will have to land in the woods across from the highway, dodge traffic, and hope no one notices how naked and Fae I am. This is turning out to be a great job.

I circle around and see an acceptable place to land. I hear a clap of thunder in the distance when I touch down in the clearing and hurry my pace. I run up the hill and jump over the highway guide rail then maneuver through traffic. Only a few irritated drivers blow their horns at me in passing. The thunder claps start to get louder. I jet across the parking lot in my bare feet to the door of my room. It's locked. I whisper the simple incantation, and I hear it pop open. I step inside and see it is completely empty. Son of a bitch, I announced in frustration. I dig through the room, giving it a quick inspection, and realize they have taken it all. Fucking Fae, I say to myself in extreme irritation. When light flashes outside, I know I have to make a decision, and I have to make it now. I weigh my options and know I have to go back. I knew that going back was inevitable, but I wanted it to me on my terms, not because I felt I was at their mercy. I stomp to the door and swing it open. Dark clouds are rolling in. I don't have any time to waste with this storm. The smart thing to do would be to wait it out, but do I do that? No! I am too emotional at this moment and make a snap decision.

I run out and back across the road. Sheets of rain have started to descend. Jumping the guard rail, I slide down the decline. This is going to suck, I say to myself as I transform to my feral Fae form and kick into the air. The wind is whipping me around as I push through to return to the hotel. I am being pushed from side to side by the powerful gusts. I squint to see through pelting rain, and my vision is obscured. I am not even sure what direction I am flying in. I try to find something in the landscape to help me gain some direction. The tower of the hotel appears to my left, and I beat my wings harder to push against the storm. I am drenched and panting as the rain impales my skin like pins and needles.

I see the open window I destroyed when I exited. I use the last bit of effort I have and pull myself toward it with magic. I fumble the landing and buckle over, gasping for air. I am soaked and dripping with water. Micah enters from the bedroom with a satisfied smirk on his face. I look up and glare at him. Fueled by emotion, a push of power comes from me, and I pin him to the wall. You tricked me, Micah, I say as I stand upright and stalk toward him. My wings are extended around me like a bird's would be when preparing to attack.

You are back, I hear a voice say. I look over, and Lazlo is casually entering the room. He pauses when he sees me, and his jaw drops in slight awe.

He has company with him. Another Fae male. He resembles Micah but is taller and broader across the shoulders. His eyes are a different shade of blue as well. I don't know why, but for some reason, I can't stop looking at him. His gaze is locked in on me as well. I notice his nostrils are flaring, and his pupils look like they are dilating.

I hear Micah start to laugh, and I turn my attention back to him. Where are my things? I demand to know. I know you took them from the hotel! I startle when I feel fingers touching my feathers. I whip around and see Lazlo stroke the top radius of my wings. He seems completely fascinated. I look at him like he is crazy.

He doesn't notice my expression. In an awed tone, he says, They are beautiful.

I snap back around when I feel fingers stroking my horns. They are not afraid of me, and I don't understand. Most see me when I am feral and run in a panic. The witches of the coven forbid me from transitioning in their presence. They think me to be too odd or savage. They fear my state of mind when I transition, but these males seem to be mesmerized. I want to trust them. I want them to accept me, but I shake my head. These thoughts are dangerous. I cannot let my guard down again. I do not know them, and they are no different than the others that have crossed my path. They will betray me. Everyone always does. I don't notice that my hold on Micah has lessened and he is moving closer to me.

What happened here? Lazlo asks while rubbing a scarred section of missing feathers. I am panting from the sensation of them touching me so casually. It's sensual and makes my mind blur. I struggle to focus. What are they doing to me? Why them? Why now? What is going on?

I am not sure why, but I answer him. A run-in with a rogue vampire, I say, and it elicits a growl from all the males in the room. When I tense and start to feel myself snap out of their trance, they become aware and calm themselves. I start to relax again; I don't realize my posture has changed.

Wait here. I have something that may help, Lazlo says as he steps back into the bedroom. The new male that is standing in the archway is just watching us. He looks as if he is a statue, afraid to move. I don't know what to make of him. Lazlo steps back in with a jar of something. Unscrewing the top, he walks back to the missing feathers and rubs the salve on the scar. When I start to feel it tingle like pins and needles, I jerk it away. I bring it close to me and give him a questioning glare. He screws the lid back on. It should help the feathers to grow back. I look to see where he placed the salve on my wing and wrinkle my nose at the smell. He chuckles at my expression, and I narrow my eyes at him.

When I start to calm, my feral form begins to fade away. I can feel Micah stroking the tip of my ear. I turn to him. I'm still mad at you. Thunder claps as if expressing my anger. I am standing in front of him, dripping, and I am starting to shiver.

With a sexy smirk, he says, I know. I have that effect.

I purse my lips. I can feel the eyes of the other male locked in on me, and it makes me self-conscious. I lean in close to Micah and speak in a low tone, Why is he standing there just staring at us? Who is he? I shift my eyes to the male still standing in the archway. Should I trust him? What is his problem? I know I look a little odd without a glamour, but does he really need to stare at me like that? It is awkward.

Micah chuckles. That is my brother, Liam. I think he is just a little overwhelmed is all.

Overwhelmed? I give him a questioning look. Has he never seen a female before or something?

Micah laughs and changes the subject. He lifts my chin to him. You are freezing. Get warm in the bath, and I will get some dry clothes for you and order us food.

I want my stuff, Micah. I narrow my eyes in challenge.

I know, he says.

Lazlo takes a hold of my hand and starts tugging me in the direction of the bathroom. I stumble and offer little resistance as he pulls me past Liam, who can't seem to move. I glance at him as we walk by.

Looking over my shoulder, I see Micah making his way to stand next to Liam. I'm not kidding, Micah. I really need my phone, I call out to him as Lazlo closes the door.

Liam looks at his brother in shock and disbelief. He struggles to speak, I think that is my mate.

Micah smirks. Not just yours, brother. And they share a knowing look.

Chapter 4

Micah brought me dry clothes while I was soaking in the warm bath. Sweat pants, lacy undies, and a spaghetti-strapped tank top. I roll my eyes when I put them on. These males are presumptuous. I towel dry my hair as I walk out of the bathroom and I see the three of them lounging on the floor around the chabudai table in tatami chairs. Room service had come and they had spread the food out. It looked like all forms of sushi and seared fish were on the menu. I sighed in relief that they didn't order any overcooked meat. Light flashes followed by a boom of thunder. I look out the window and see the rain is starting to lessen as the storm moves on. I consider there may be an opportunity for an easy exit. Walking over, I start to take the empty seat, but Micah takes hold of my wrist and jerks me down onto his lap. What the hell? I say under my breath. I feel awkward as I turn and maneuver myself to face the table.

Sit with me, he says with a grin and I scowl at him. What is with them? Liam is still staring and says nothing as he watches us. I feel Lazlo's hand stroking my ankle and massaging my feet. I don't pull away or protest at all and I ask myself, Why am I okay with this?

You were running around on bare feet, Lazlo says as he stands and retrieves salve from the bathroom. When he returns, he starts working the ointment into the open cuts. Micah doesn't waste any time reaching around me and putting food on a plate. The portions are so generous I can only assume he is famished. I start to reach across the table and Micah pulls me back to him and nibbles my ear. I gasp at the sensation; they are sensitive and no one ever touches them or me. A wave of the spike heat that goes down my spine. I hear his mischievous snicker and can feel him smirk. I try to turn my head in his direction. I gasp a little when he bites harder. Liam starts to growl and I shift my eyes in his direction. Micah picks up a piece of sushi and places it in front of my mouth. I start to reach up for it, but he holds my arm back. I chew on the bottom of my lip for a long moment and then relent. This feels a bit awkward, but I let this male have his way. Should I be irritated that this satisfies them? Focus! I tell myself. Don't get sucked in by them. I don't know what it is they want or why they keep calling me princess. It is annoying. I am a witch on assignment for the coven. I have to stay focused. Stay focused! Stay focused! Stay focused! Once this job is done, I will never see them again. I will just play along until I get what I want. Why is this sushi so damn good?

Kyra. When I hear my name I turn and look over at Lazlo as I chew. They figured out my name. Who is Jeremy? They all seem to hold their breath, waiting for my response.

I furrow my brow and swallow. My little brother? I say very matter of fact. Why?

There was an audible sigh. No reason, Lazlo responds.

I look at him questioningly. Did he message me?

Is he Fae also? Lazlo asks.

No, he is human, I say just before Micah feeds me more sushi. Shit! I am getting comfortable with him feeding me. Focus… Focus… Focus.

I am confused then, Lazlo states as he mixes soy sauce with wasabi.

He is my younger brother, so he is from my mother's husband, I reply.

So what of your father, then? Micah asks. I feel his hand stroking my waist and I try to fight to fend off how soothing it feels.

I don't know. I never knew him. My mother said he left when I was born, I reply as I