Faerie Godmother: Mythic Series, Book 1 Read Online Free PDF Page A

his deep, growly voice. “These are heavy.”
    “Yeah, got that,” she said with a rueful smile. He made it look so easy. Then again, Weres were incredibly strong, as she’d discovered. And good-looking. Dani’s older brother had the same amber/golden hair and eyes, but he was a good head taller and at least twice as wide. Ana had never seen him shift, but she had seen Dani in her wolf form and she was stunning.
    “Thanks for bringing those in,” Ana said. “It would have taken me a lot longer.”
    Samson, the massive Newfie that had just appeared one day, padded over to Matt for an obligatory scratch, while Mr. Whiskers, the black and white mixed-breed feline missing half of one ear, gave him a look of disdain and curled up in the sill of the sunny window.
    “Anything for you, Ana,” Matt said with a devastating grin. “You know that.”
    Heat rushed into her face, but she told herself he meant absolutely nothing by it. Weres, by nature, were as affectionate as they were fierce. He would have been just as kind, just as helpful, to anyone.
    “Want some coffee? I just made a fresh pot.”
    His boyish grin hinted at dimples and showed some very white, very sharp teeth. “I’d love some, thanks.” Another thing she’d learned about Weres — they thrived on caffeine.
    Matt followed Ana back into her personal quarters.  
    “So, to what do I owe the honor?” she asked, pulling another mug from one of the hooks beneath the oak cabinets and filling it with her favorite — a rich, hazelnut cream blend.
    Matt accepted the cup with a look far too innocent. “What do you mean?”
    “I mean, why am I getting a personal visit from the pack Alpha this morning?”
    “Can’t I just stop by my favorite doc’s for a friendly visit?”
    “Of course. It’s your place, remember?” She paused, taking a sip of her coffee, not believing his presence was as simple as that for one second. And while Matt was a friendly sort, she was sure he had more important things to do than haul boxes or chit-chat over coffee, even if it was darn good coffee.
    “Dani asked you to come over, didn’t she?”
    A slight shrug of those broad shoulders told her she’d hit that one right on the nose. “She’s worried about you. Says you’ve been acting a little weird since the masquerade ball.”
    Ana dropped her eyes immediately and turned to add more soy milk to her coffee. The gesture was not lost on Matt, who was used to similar behaviors whenever younger members of the pack were trying to hide something from him. “Weird how?”
    “She said you’re spooked, nervous, like you’re waiting for something to go down. Did something happen at the ball, Ana? Or, more likely, at the after party?”
    Ana stirred her coffee without looking up. “Dani has an overactive imagination,” she said after several long heartbeats.
    “No argument there. But she’s also incredibly perceptive. And I can scent your anxiety.”
    Self-consciously, Ana lowered her head and sniffed discreetly. She had remembered to put on deodorant this morning, hadn’t she?
    “Is that a nice way of telling me I stink?” she asked.
    His full lips quirked. “No. You smell just as exceedingly tasty as you always do, but even more so. A person’s natural scent intensifies with their emotions. The more powerfully you feel about something, the more potent your scent — whether it’s fear, joy, anger, or...something else.”
    He emphasized his point by leaning toward her and inhaling deeply. He stilled, closing his eyes as he analyzed the scent. When they opened, they were glittering and...hungry. “And right now, I’d say you’re feeling pretty strongly about...something.”
    Frowning, Ana set her mug down and proceeded to open the windows, wishing the breeze was just a bit more brisk. Yes, she was anxious, half-expecting a pissed-off vampire to show up any minute.
    But it was more than that. She’d been unable to get a decent night’s rest lately, and the