His legs carried him to the couch before his mind could catch up with the movement. Hell, every part of him except his mind was completely on board with all of this. “You didn’t hurt me.”
“I just made you forget your entire identity.”
He sank onto a cushion. “Maybe that was meant to be.”
She laughed. “Sure. You were meant to forget everything, and I was meant to… Let’s try the spell.”
He lay back, resting his head on a cushion and looking up at her. “Promise I won’t forget the last two days? I’m enjoying getting to know you.”
A ghost of a smile crossed her lips before she frowned. “Honestly, I have no idea how it will affect you.”
“I’ll give it a whirl, anyway.” Because he would do everything in his power to make her happy. His rabbit insisted.
“It might make you dizzy,” Crimson said. “I did this spell to help a bull shifter unlock a repressed memory, and he passed out an hour later in his China shop. He broke a bunch of dishes and slept for twelve hours straight. His wife was not pleased.”
She lit a pink candle on the end table and carried a small bowl toward him before dipping her thumb into the potion and dragging the paste across his forehead. A warming sensation spread upward to his scalp, and he closed his eyes, willing the magic to seep into his brain.
“The spell I’m about to cast works on shifters and witches, so I’m hoping your rabbit side can do the heavy lifting here. Fae are a whole other animal. Witch magic can’t touch them, but if we can get your rabbit to remember, then maybe…”
“Let’s do it.”
She swiped another glob of potion onto his forehead. “The past unlocked. Memories freed. In the name of the goddess, so mote it be.”
He waited, keeping his eyes closed tightly as his skin tingled with the witch’s magic. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, but still, he felt nothing but the pricking sensation on his skin.
“Clear your mind,” Crimson said.
“That shouldn’t be hard,” Sophie said before she snorted, making him laugh.
“Not helpful.” Destiny’s voice was strained. She took things way too seriously.
Pete cleared his throat and focused as Crimson recited the incantation again. He sensed her hands hovering above his head, but still, nothing happened.
On the third recitation, Destiny rested her hand on his forehead. He knew it was her because his entire body responded to her touch, and his rabbit thumped with joy. His muscles relaxed, his thoughts turning to dust bunnies floating on a breeze.
“That’s all I’ve got.” Crimson’s voice sounded a million miles away. “Pete, did it work?”
He blinked his eyes open, and Destiny removed her hand. “Anything?” she asked.
He sat up and rested his feet on the floor, bringing all his senses back to the present. He searched his mind, sifting through the nothingness, searching for a memory of anything that happened before he ate the enchanted cake.
“Nothing.”
“Well, crap.” Destiny offered him and towel and pressed the heels of her hands against her brow. “I don’t know what else to do.”
His heart wrenched at the sight of her pain. He turned, angling toward her and wiping the potion from his head before taking her hand in his. He opened his mouth to console her, but the energy in the room shifted.
A familiar vibration gathered in the space in front of them, and Destiny shot to her feet before backing into the wall. “Oh, dear. Incoming.”
“A goddess.” Crimson pressed her hands to her chest. “It’s not Morrigan.”
“Holy fuck,” Sophie said.
A wave of pastel pinks, blues, and yellows shimmered in Crimson’s living room. Pete stood and instinctively bowed his head. He’d felt this energy before. He couldn’t remember when or where, but his soul knew she was someone he revered.
The light sparked silver, making his vision turn to a haze as the goddess formed in front of him. He blinked it into focus and took in the ethereal vision before him. Long, rose gold hair. Lavender eyes. A crown of daisies.
He knew this goddess. At least, he thought he did.
