Page 61 of Witches and Wine
“But now—” Amara started, garnering my attention before continuing. “—you bring the moon’s glowing brightness to us.”
It all felt so right. Arriving in Arcane Cove. Dion became my mate. My destiny as a witch. Now, finding a sisterhood.
“I haven’t performed any spells yet. Can you teach me?” I extended both hands for them to take.
With emphatic grins, they squeezed my hands and stood, guiding me to the pentagram. They ushered me to the highest point while they took positions at the lower two. They kept hold of my hands, and the magic surging through us was almost overwhelming. Subdued fury suddenly came out of nowhere. I ground my teeth and staggered backward, their grips tightening on me.
“Chelsea? Are you alright?” Brigid asked, a concerned trembling in her voice.
Fury. Concern. Anger. Calm.
It was all over the place, and I shook my head. Dion. His intense emotions were traveling through our bond. How was that possible?
“It’s my mate. I don’t know what’s going on, but he seems to be on the verge of exploding. I—” I opened my eyes to find them staring at me.
“Go to him,” Amara encouraged, letting go of my hand. “Spells can wait.”
When Brigid let go, the magic receded, and I panicked. “What about the coven? Do I still have an opportunity to join you?”
The sisters shared a silent moment before Brigid squeezed my shoulders. “We would love to have you as our third, Chelsea if you wish to have us as your sisters.”
“I’d be honored,” I whispered, tears stinging my sinuses. “Thank you. I’ll reach out when I can.”
“You might consider claiming your mate soon, by the way,” Brigid answered.
I’d turned for the door but slowly spun on my heel. “Claiming?”
“Yes. It helps to make the emotional tether less intense.”
My power hummed at the prospect.
“I have no idea how to do that.”
Brigid gave a charming grin. “You will when the time is right.”
Nodding, I turned away, but a morbid curiosity gnawed at my insides. “One more thing—” Hesitation silenced me before I swallowed it down. “—Dionysus, he’s immortal?—”
“Chelsea,” Brigid started, a gentle smile gracing her lips. “Witches take on the lifespans of those they are mated with, whether it be human or mythical god.”
I returned Brigid’s smile. I would’ve taken any years the universe saw fit to grant us, but this knowledge unleashed a newfound brightness in my heart.
After giving them one final glance, my newly appointed witch sisters, I left the cottage and made my way to Bacchus.
The pulsing bass echoed outside of the club building, and a disturbing sense settled into my bones. Something wasn’t right. The urge to protect what was mine tugged at my spine and had me storming into the club, the bouncer shutting up once he recognized who I was—the club owner’smate. I clamored inside, my nose poised, and I picked up his scent instantaneously. He stood behind the bar, and a woman draped over it, stroking his horn.Myfucking horn. The moon lent me its glow, making my skin iridescent and displaying my power.
Dion shrugged away from her touch, irritation pulsing through him in waves, and he lifted a finger in the woman’s face. He was fuming now, yelling at her, telling her to go away, but she wasn’t having it. I pushed through the crowds; my gazenarrowed on the greedy bitch going after what she knew was mine. And that only made it worse.
“Hey,” I shouted, slipping my hands to my hips and waiting for her to turn around.
Dion’s heated gaze panned over me, his eyes roaming the lunar glow and the “I’m not in the mood for this shit” expression I displayed.
The woman finally gave me the courtesy of meeting me face to face, and she flashed one of the most flippant, nonchalant smirks she could muster. She leaned her elbows on the bar top and parted her lips to speak.
Before she could get a single syllable off her tongue, I flicked my hand at her, gluing her mouth and making it impossible for her to speak.
Terror flooded her eyes, and she frantically grabbed at her mouth, mumbling and trying to talk. Dion gripped the metal table behind him, denting it and staring at me with a ferocity that had me aching in my core for him.
Snatching the woman’s face, I used my magic to keep her still, tolistento me. “I sure hope you know how to eat through your asshole because I won’t lift this spell until you apologize to anyone you’ve bespelled, to Dion, to me, and any other unbeknownst being you’ve manipulated.”
