Chapter 57

            I crept to the front of the cottage, peeking through the curtain, Rhazian close behind. Just beyond the porch stood the coven that had taken me from Rhazian’s mountain cabin. I could feel the anger rolling off my mate. If he were still immortal, he would have been outside, ripping them to pieces before I could say a word. I sent up a silent prayer of thanks that his invincibility had disappeared with the removal of Apollo’s curse. I didn’t want my mother’s people dead unless there was no other choice.

            “What do we do?” Miriam whispered. “Fae magic doesn’t work on witches.”

            “I should go out and talk to them.” I replied, squaring my shoulders in determination.