Demetria ate with a smile on her face. The pasta Jack made tasted like Heaven after that dream with Kerry. At first, she assumed it was just that ... a dream.But she'd never dreamed so vividly. His dark eyes and blond hair. It felt like the first time she saw him on her porch again. The instant knowing of her mate being near. He'd tasted so masculine, and she loved the feeling of his arms around her.Everything about the dream, other than Jack ruining it, was perfect. She couldn't wait to go to sleep again. She prayed he would come back to her again. She'd never been so happy for Kerry to meet another witch in her life. Thankfully they'd saved Cynthia from the Lycan King because they needed her help desperately.Jack slammed his cup down loudly and knocked Demetria out of her daze."What's going on with you today?" he asked, bracing both palms on the counter between them.Demetria took a slow bite. "What do you mean? I'm just eating-""No," he said sharply. "I'm not talking about tha
Jane lifted a light brow toward her hairline and smirked. "You want me to climb the tree and capture the bird?"Cynthia smiled. "I do. Kerry seems to think that you deserve to take out the bird and wants the warlock to see you do it."Jane leaned against the railing of the porch and smiled up at the tree where the lyrebird watched. "I'm down for that. What's the plan?"Cynthia lifted a satchel and shook it. "I have everything to perform our spell, and once the bird is focused on us, you'll climb the tree and use this knapsack to capture it."Jane took the empty knapsack and looped the strap around her wrist. "Do we think this is going to work?" Jane asked. "As badly as I hate to admit it, I think the bird is smarter than we think."Cynthia shrugged. "It's worth a shot," she suggested. "Let's go ahead and head down there."Kerry fell in step behind the girls as they chatted. Cynthia had a way about her that made everyone seem special and important. Kerry didn't mind having her around
"Are you going outside? I need you to pick some cucumbers from the garden ?" Jack yelled up the stairs.Demetria jumped, knocking herself from her trance of staring at ...herself. What kind of sideshow circus had she fallen into? Ike had a picture of a woman that looked just like her. She couldn't understand why or what that meant.Hearing him sigh from downstairs, she shoved the picture into the depths of her pocket, put the satchel back into the closet, and walked down.Jack still sat with his book perched on his lap, an irritated look on his face. "Took you long enough. Those clothes look nice," he said, giving her a once-over.She stared at him, trying to decipher his intentions. He complimented her clothes but ultimately wanted to end her? Something was so messed up that she couldn't pinpoint it."What are you looking at?" he asked, slicking his hand over his silver-tinted hair. "I need you to gather the cucumbers. There is a basket on the kitchen table."Demetria turned her body
Kerry stared at the bird as he shifted forms while chills danced up and down his spine. Dead? Jack and Ivory were dead. Demetria was stuck in limbo.Kerry pressed his palm against the nearest chest of drawers and took a deep breath.Cynthia touched Kerry's shoulder. "It's okay, Kerry. We can still save her. We have something the warlock needs to see us, and she won't be able to follow us around." She turned Kerry to face her and braced both palms on his shoulders. "This doesn't mean anything but that they can't get to us as quickly as they would like. They most likely need the full moon to leave that plane. Everything is okay. Breathe."Kerry's wolf began to pace and run circles of confusion."What are we going to do now, Cynthia? How do you kill someone that is already dead?"Cynthia stepped back and gestured toward the door, away from the bird and its glowing red eyes. It shifted a few more times, different voices pouring out of it like a broken record. Cynthia shut the door and wal
Demetria scrutinized everything Ike did for the rest of the day. Every look. Every word. Nothing made sense, and yet, Demetria looked at everything in a brand new light. Jack was capable of love.It seemed so farfetched. The idea of him loving anyone other than himself. Or anyone loving him.Demetria watched him most of the evening until he seemed to become uncomfortable and excused himself to bed, which was what she wanted the entire time. To go to bed. To wait on Kerry because she needed to feel his touch.To feel real again.She showered, locked her door, though she didn't really see the point, and curled into the sheets of her bed. The minutes ticked by slowly, and her brain raced with thoughts that blocked her way to sleep. Sighing, she turned to her side and tried to count sheep, and slowly, after what felt like forever, she drifted off. Moments later, after her body relaxed and she began to fall into a deep sleep, Kerry zapped into the room.Like something from a children's mo
Jack came too soon. Demetria and Kerry spent what time they had tangled in each other's arms until Jack’s high-pitched voice sliced through what moment of Heaven they had to themselves.Kerry gasped for breath, much like the time before, but this time vomit climbed up his throat. Cynthia pulled over a trashcan from the corner of the room, and Kerry emptied his stomach inside. When he finished, he sat back and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand."You okay?" Cynthia asked.Kerry nodded. "Yeah."Cynthia squatted down beside him. "Did you see her?"Kerry closed his eyes, a smile resting on his face. "Yeah. I saw her. Touched her. It was magical. Until the warlock showed up."Kerry stood up with the help of the bed and sat down, scrubbing his face with his palms. Cynthia pulled the bag from the trashcan and tied it into a knot. "Did she have any news for us?""Yeah," he said, looking up at her with a grim expression. "Turns out Demetria is a reincarnation of Jack’s true love, and h
"Get. Up."Demetria opened her eyes begrudgingly, feeling flutters of butterflies in her stomach. She'd been determined to ignore Jack for as long as she could, but he didn't give up. She felt his ice cold hands shaking her, and she finally stirred awake.The skeptical look on his stonelike face made her skin crawl. It was the last thing she needed. "I'm up," she said, slinging the covers from her legs, but he stopped her with his hand on her wrist."What is going on with you?" he asked.His piercing eyes could have severed her soul in half."What do you mean—,"He squeezed his hand around her wrist. "You know exactly what I'm talking about. You've been sleeping for many, many hours. What are you doing?"Demetria gave him a dumbfounded look."Seriously, Jack? Are their rules on how long I can sleep in my prison cell? I have nothing else to do. No book to read-""There are plenty of books here," he snapped. "In the library. I haven't stopped you from roaming. You have chosen to sit am
Kerry sat down across from Cynthia at the bar in his kitchen. He was glad when they got back home, because the feeling of being watched hadn't subsided. He even went to check on the bird, who didn't bother waking up when he entered the room.Though Demetria's cat sat on the edge of the bed, watching the bird as if he knew what was going on. Despite Kerry being a werewolf, he was never an animal person. Some dogs liked him, but others sensed his inner beast, and didn't bother. Cats always sensed it, and bolted.Demetria's cat knew, but he didn't seem asstandoffish as the others. Something in his eyes struck Kerry as intelligent and it rubbed him the wrong way.Cynthia slammed the book open, and began to scan the pages. "This has been in the Sullen family for ages," she said, looking at the names listed on the front page. "Demetria said there was something about reincarnation in here?" she asked.Kerry nodded, and began tapping his fingersagainst the top of the table. "Would it be we