Page 83 of Power Shift
I stifled my rage and turned on the cold mask of a Lord. “Just like you are?”
Thorvin cleared his throat. “I’m all for allowing a Lord to run his own territory and believe in allowing one to fail, if need be, but there are too many incidents swirling around your Floromancer.” He lifted his eyes to me. “I know a shifter in the first throes of a mating when I see one, Caelan.”
Dammit. Power crackled along my palms.
Thorvin smiled, looking good natured.
My hackles rose.
“On this one, I fall with Donovan. Bring the Floromancer in line in whatever manner you wish. If the Lords have to getinvolved, your precious Evie will suffer.” He laid a hand over his heart. “I don’t agree she is evil or out for power, but no one who consorts with the gods is up to any good.”
The situation was laughable. If they had an inkling of what Evie’s potential was, they’d know she could wipe us all off the map with merely a thought. She wasn’t a Floromancer or a demigod or anything of the sort.
She was a full-blown goddess, the daughter of the fae freaking king. If they thought anyone could bring her in line… Well, I had a bridge to Hawaii to sell them.
“Agreed,” was all I said.
Rowan’s attention was rapt on my face. He gave a slow nod.
“You have sixty days,” Donovan said. “Get her under your Pack or neutralize her.”
“Agreed,” added Thorvin.
Ethan merely nodded.
“Soren?” I said.
The bastard grinned. “I like the idea of seeing Caelan attempt to get his Floromancer in line in sixty days. Agreed.”
Outnumbered and overruled.
Ethan struck the gavel. “Meeting adjourned.” He nodded. “Good luck, Caelan.”
“Fuck off,” I snarled.
Chapter
Twenty-Six
I’d been irrationally pissed off all day and had no idea why. Besides the weird dream last night, the day had gone well. Customers came in and out. We sold a bunch of arrangements, booked two additional weddings, and had zero god sightings.
By my standards, that’d be cause for a party.
Except I couldn’t enjoy any of it because I’d been in a rage since eight this morning.
“It’s the way you like it,” Moira said, gently pushing a steaming cup of coffee over.
“I want milk and sugar, and we don’t have either.”
“I forgot to go to the store, but I’ll get some in the morning.”
I clicked my tongue. “That doesn’t help me today.”
Moira’s lips twitched. “Evie.” She lay a hand over mine. “You know I never ask this, but are you about to start your cycle?”
I gasped in horror. “Moira!”
She cackled. “You are a raging bitch today. What is going on?”
