Page 15 of Power Shift
“My hands?”
“Yes. You moved them a different way when you worked with them the first time. So what did you do?”
I stared at her for a long beat. “You notice what I do with my hands?”
“Not always. But I pay attention when the Shifter Lord is involved because it usually means trouble.”
Wasn’t that the truth. “I might have altered their function. A little.”
One of her dark eyebrows rose. “Oh?”
“Dependent upon what happens tonight.”
Moira’s lips twitched. “And what will those lovely little arrangements do if the circumstances are right?”
A slow grin slid over my face. “I’d hate to ruin the surprise.”
Moira’s wicked chuckle made me laugh. “Being nice is overrated and not your style. I’ll remember that next time I urge you to use caution.”
“Oh no. This is not the only thing I’m planning.”
She snorted. “Good to know. I’ll keep a close watch on the centerpieces tonight.”
A few minutes later, noise picked up in the foyer, the sound of Caelan’s guests arriving. Thankful he hadn’t made an appearance beforehand, I double-checked all the arrangements, then activated the first spell. Every bloom began to sway back and forth, all the greenery furling and unfurling. The small round mirrors the centerpieces sat on began to rotate slowly, the lights hovering above the arrangement bouncing off the mirror, casting the entire table in a colorful prism of gorgeous light.
“Whoa,” Moira said. “Stunning.”
“Thank you.” I was pretty happy with how everything turned out. I’d made each arrangement in autumn colors, deep reds and burgundies, russet orange and mustard yellow blooms, and deep, glimmering bronzes and browns. Whoever had decorated the room had done the same. Deep brown tablecloths topped the tables, and bronze candlesticks dotted the middle of the table every few feet.
Someone had turned the lights down low, casting a warm ambiance over the ample space. I’d say one thing about Simone. The woman knew how to decorate.
I wandered over to the Omega. “Where are Moira and I seated?”
“Head table.”
I stiffened. “Simone.”
“Couldn’t be helped,” she snapped. “You know how he is.”
“And you know how I am,” I said softly.
“Please behave tonight, Evie. I beg of you.”
“It depends on how your Shifter Lord behaves.”
She gave me side eye. “He’s your Lord, too.”
“A mere technicality based on locale.”
Her aggrieved sigh made my lips twitch.
“Are we still meeting for drinks on Tuesday?” she asked.
“Yes. You still drinking those martinis?”
“Yes. You still have that good liqueur?”
“I do.”
