Page 64 of November Reign
All plausible. Fine, I liked this plan well enough. It did leave Damon vulnerable though, because he wouldn’t have his magic. He must have seen something on my face, some of my worry leaching through because he continued outlining his plan.
“You being a witch, forget to check me for weapons so I’ll have knives and a couple of guns onme.”
“You will?”
“I do now.” He lifted an eyebrow in challenge.
“Seriously.”
In a blink, Damon had a knife pressed against my throat. “Hurt Thyme and I’ll gut you, clear?”
“Clear. He’s the best thing to ever happen to me, the last thing I want to do is hurt him, which is why I need to know you’ll be okay when Basil gets his hands on you.”
“Me? Why?”
“He loves you, dumbass. If you’re hurt, he’ll be upset.”
“I’ll be fine.” He brushed the concern off. “How are you with a gun? I’ve been working on these spelled bullets.”
“Decent. Why?”
“We should all be armed with more than just magic. I’ve got enough bullets for all of us to have some.”
Curious, I asked, “What do they do?”
“Get through shields. Literally rip a hole in them.”
“Care to give me a demonstration?”
A couple hours later, satisfied we all could shoot to a decent degree, Damon armed us before getting Parker to send out a mass text in his app so all thedemons knew to be ready. As soon as we had a time and a location we’d send it to get everyone in place.
We were at a distant corner of the property, out of sight of the mansion.
“Okay, we look far too clean so you’re going to have to tackle me. Make it look convincing.” Damon wore a smirk on his handsome face.
There were times I only saw Basil in him, now I only saw Thyme. The man I loved who had given up years to make sure this kid, this man, who was only a handful of years younger than me, got the best start in life.
Thyme would always regret coming back to Northarbor for his father’s funeral only to lose track of the people he loved. He still lamented the years Damon spent in foster care when Thyme could have been raising him.
I had to think fate had a hand in this. Damon was smart, ruthless, talented, driven. There was no doubt in my mind he’d have been completely different if raised by Thyme. Gentle, kind, a peacemaker. Likely dead as soon as Basil found them.
No, Damon was what he was supposed to be. He was in place to protect Cody so the half demon could meet his mate, reuniting Mori with his son so Damon could find love too. Without all that Parker and Gregoris would never have crossed paths. I’d never have given Thyme a chance.
“Seriously?”
“Yeah. We’re too dressed. Too prepared to be looking for a fight.” He flung off his coat. “Better. Now come at me. Let’s get this done.”
I narrowed my eyes at him before rushing forward. My shoulder connected with his.
“Try harder! C’mon!”
I turned, pushed all my anger at Basil into my legs and drove Damon to the ground. Once there, I didn’t really hurt him, just tried to pin him down.
“That’s more like it!” He laughed, actually laughed! He was nuts. “Grab the cuffs.”
From my pocket, I pulled the cuffs. They were made of iron, a magic dampening metal. They were covered in runes to nullify the wearer’s natural magic. Didn’t stop spells being done on them.
“Now, I’m going to pretend to be asleep for your call, but you might have to use a sleep spell on me at some point. You have my permission. Just wake me up as soon as you can.”
