My brother was not stupid. "A fetish bag? What could you have possibly been carrying in your pocket from their store? Those women are positively terrifying."
I didn't disagree. I knew firsthand. "It was nothing."
Colin scoffed. "We don't need their black arts, Lucas. So you must have been carrying it for a reason. And since you took it with you when you met Grace, I have a bad feeling I know what it was."
I let out a sigh. "I'm an asshole," I admitted.
"Let me see it," Colin demanded.
"No."
"Lucas. Did you purchase a love satchel from them?" He squeezed the space between his brows and let out a low, horrified chuckle. "She's a clairvoyant, you moron, not to mention smarter than you. Of course she was suspicious. She had every right to be! Can you imagine how she feels if she suspects you tried to put a love spell on her?"
"But why didn't it work?" I wondered aloud.
"Brother, one day someone is going to punch you in your stupid face and I'm not going to feel sorry for you." He sighed and sat up straight. "Do you know anything about the Comey sisters? At all?"
My gaze narrowed. "Witches. Powerful. No idea why they're here."
Colin laughed. "They're also powerful advocates of women's charities. There's a rumor the Jinn in this town hires one of the sisters for work when she comes across a client who is a victim of abuse."
I frowned. "Well...that's good, but what does that have to do with me?"
Colin snorted, but it sounded horrified. "Do you really think witches involved in those kinds of things are willingly going to sell you a love spell when the basis of a love spell is to subvert the free will of a female target?"
My mouth went dry. I flew off the couch and raced to my bedroom.
It was on fire. And Morgana was standing in the middle of it.
Shit.
