“Didn’t expect that to work. Interesting. Anyway, I’ve guarded that secret, so I’m trusting you all with it.”
“It’s safe with us,” Aunt Barbara promised.
Acknowledging the promise, Olivia sent her a weak smile, her scent turning metallic. It was enough to let Cajun know she didn’t totally trust any of them.
“Why didn’t you use your magic on Jessie or the wolves that attacked you today?” Jake moved across the room to pour a glass of tea.
“Who’s Jessie?”
Jake gave his mother the lowdown while Cajun watched Olivia watch him. He’d known her eyes were too green to be fully human. Now he understood why. Nudging the chair beside him with his toe, he patted the seat. “Come sit, catin.”
Jake cleared his throat when Cajun and Olivia continued to stare at one another.
“So, back to my question… why didn’t you use your magic on them all?” his cousin prodded. “Heads up, Olivia.” He tossed the keys to her Mercedes and she caught them.
“Wolf shifters eliminate my magic.” She gave a negligent shrug and leaned against the doorjamb. “I could hit you with my magical ball, but it wouldn’t affect you.”
Without warning one of her electrical spheres nailed Cajun in the chest. He tensed, waiting for pain or something to tear across his body, but all he felt was a tickle as it impacted with his chest and disseminated along his senses. The flavor of her hit his tongue and scratched across his skin, but other than rousing the playful side of his animal, he felt no injury.
Olivia gave Cajun a saucy grin. “See? It hurts as much as feathers being thrown at you.”
Her teasing was an infectious side of her personality he wouldn’t mind indulging in. “What other paranormal creatures are resistant to your magic?”
She sighed, and her grin died out. “Just wolves. I’m actually surprised I could even do that to you. With Jessie and the wolves today, my magic was depleted, and I couldn’t channel it, not even that much. It shouldn’t be working with you all present. I can peel the skin off a vampire from a mile away, but put a wolf shifter in my path, and I might as well be human.”
“Your parents didn’t tell you anything?” Cajun patted the chair again because he wanted her nearer. Maybe if she were next to him it’d mollify his animal because he wanted her close enough to touch.
She shook her head at his offer. “They died in a car accident when I was five.”
Inside he winced, but pressed on. “What of other family?”
“I have none as far as I know.”
“I thought all magical paranormals had covens.” Their friend Lael thought of her fellow witches as family, right?
“I wouldn’t know. I was raised in foster homes until I ran off and came to America at seventeen.”
“What of witches?”
Her gaze slid to Jake long enough to ask, “What of them?” before leveling on Cajun once more.
“Can’t they shed some light on this wolf enigma?” Jaked asked.
A slight quirk to one corner of her mouth and Cajun had to fight his wolf from leaping across the room and kissing her. For the love of God, what made her so hot when she was being feisty?
“That cowardly bunch runs the other way when I bump into them. Aside from my magic being useless against your species, what does my problem have to do with witches?”
“We’ve got a witch friend. Thought she might be able to help with your questions. And she’s a gifted seer.”
“No offense, Jake, but given my experience with witches, I probably wouldn’t trust anything she said.”
SIX
Olivia
“She’s a good person.” Cajun’s loyalty irritated her.
“I’m sure.” Good person or not, Olivia’d never met a witch she didn’t frighten… or one she trusted. Deciding what information to trust the Wolfes with and what to withhold was tricky business. Giving them too much information about her could put them in danger too.
A month before leaving for America, she’d been attacked by two sorceri.
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