Page 70 of Shifting Winds
About twenty minutes ago, I was able to get off the couch and take myself to the bathroom. On top of that, I poured myself a cup of coffee and went back to the couch, all without getting out of breath.
Moira’s smile was secretive. “Witchy secrets. But I’m glad you’re feeling better. Your color is improving, too.”
“Ben will bug you to death for that recipe if we tell him about this.”
“Which we won’t,” Moira said, an intense look in her eyes. “He has his way, I have mine.” She sniffed. “Plus, it’s a private family recipe. And we don’t like Ben right now.”
“True. But why do I feel like you aren’t giving me the whole story?”
“Don’t look a vampire horse in the mouth.”
“Idiot,” I said affectionately.
“And yet, you adore me.”
Someone knocked on the door. My power levels still weren’t high enough for me to tell who it was, though my senses tingled when someone passed through. Maybe two someones.
Moira hopped up and wiggled her finger at me. “Stay there.”
As soon as the door opened, I knew who it was.
“Ash!”
The dryad kissed Moira on the cheek and breezed over. Tess followed behind him, and I breathed easier because riding together was serious progress.
Ash reached over the back of the couch to ruffle my hair. “Hey. Glad we finally got to visit. Your harem was not receptive to outside visitors.”
Tess came around the couch and reached in for a lavender scented hug. “I’m glad you didn’t die.”
Ash snorted softly.
“Me too,” I said solemnly. “What a bummer that would have been.”
I eyed Ash. “As far as my non-existent harem, both of them have been shuffled out the door. They won’t be back.”
The dryad winced. “Everything okay?”
“It hasn’t been okay since we met, but it’s not worse. Not really. He’s just annoying me, that’s all.”
“Caelan is possessive, and it’s making Evie itchy under the collar,” Moira said.
Another knock on the door. Moira’s attention sharpened. “Expecting any other company?”
“No.”
When Moira answered the door again, Simone stood there.
“Evie?” Moira called, asking for permission to let her in.
“I come in peace, I swear.” Caelan’s Omega held a covered dish. “And I brought goodies.”
“What kind of goodies?” I asked before I answered.
“Salted caramel cookies and shortbread.”
“I’ll allow it,” I said.
Ash rose and took the container from Simone, knowing us well enough to get some plates and napkins out. As he dished everything up, Simone kicked off her shoes and settled into an oversized chair.
