Page 69 of Enchanting Her Monsters
This version of Osen is a far cry from the one I knew that forced me to go to his death spot in the alleyway. He truly cares about me.
“Don’t you dare mention it to the others,”he warns.“I won’t be the reason they lose you. I will find a way beyond the veil before you can risk it. Do you understand? I will use that unbinding chant Amira gave you.”
“How?”
“I memorized it when you glanced at it.”
“Fuck.”
“Yeah, fuck. You’re too precious to lose over an asshole like me. Think of our pack.”
That’s what stops me from arguing further. “Okay. But if we find a way that will work, hear me out.”
“I doubt it, but fine. First, we need to get Calder on his feet.”
Fortunately, Osen allows me the rest of my bath time to feel like I’m alone and stays quiet.
I sense he’s thinking about what I’ve proposed. Maybe he’s wondering if there’s a way to make my plan work that won’t risk everyone else.
I push those thoughts away. There are too many variables. And my mind can go off forever trying to anticipate all the variables and possible solutions until I’m exhausted. But I don’t know enough yet to make it a reality. I don’t know what I can do. I don’t know how to do it, or even if I actually have that ability.And I don’t know enough about how this universe and magic work.
I need to be prepared if we encounter Rob and Galiana. It seems likely that Galiana will hunt me down. She wants her weapon back.
A shiver races through me with that realization.
I’ma weapon.
Then a thrill zips up my spine.
Yeah, Iama fucking weapon.
If I can get a handle on my magic, Galiana and Rob will be afraid of me.
Theyshouldbe afraid. They hurt me. They’ve hurt my pack. My family. They’re a threat, and I will do what I have to do to protect my guys.
When the bath water turns cold, I slip out and dry off with the fluffy towel Maxum left behind.
I stand at the vanity, staring at the reflection in the mirror. Cliché, I know. But I rarely ever looked at myself. Now, I see someone else, except what I see in me seems oddly familiar. It’s as if I’ve been waiting forty years to unmask this version of myself that’s lurked just under the surface. Under a spell.
I comb my fingers through my wet hair, noting how different it looks now. It’s an ethereal silver that a fashionista influencer would kill to have. I lean in and study my eyes. No longer hazel, they shine, literally shine, a soft jade color.
My skin subtly glows too, but I could pass for a human if I needed to. Besides, most people don’t reallylookat others. Everyone’s too busy, distracted with their own thoughts or glancing at their phones to notice my minor oddities.
I flex my hands, thinking about my enhanced bones. With a thought, my fingertips crackle with magic electricity.
Wild.
I leave the sanctuary of the bathroom and find the cabin empty. On the bed, someone has set out a red slip dress with a skimpy pair of red silk panties.
I know it was Maxum who picked these out.
He’s fulfilling his promise to replace all my destroyed clothes.
I slide on the pretty dress and find it fits perfectly. My nipples are hard and their outlines are clearly visible, but whatever. Time for these girls to be showcased a bit. And I’m certain that Amira’s guys have zero interest me and likely wouldn’t spare me a glance if I walked around naked. Not that I want their attention. I have enough with my own hulky males.
Instead of calling out to my mates with my bond, I go out to find them, slipping on my leather clogs as I leave the tiny house.
Maxum and Arran are standing by Raithe’s bunker and talking in low voices. Using my bond with Arran, I reach out and pick up how worried he is.
