She’d put them on their asses with a low-watt spell and camouflaged herself with an incantation. In the beginning, sometimes her wards would drop, and it’d been frustrating. With time, she’d learned to control the power, and her disguise never crashed now. It was why Cajun hadn’t marked her as a paranormal creature.
“Lael wouldn’t lead you wrong.”
That her so-called mate defended the witch rankled. A peculiarity since Olivia hadn’t decided if she wanted to pursue this whole mating thing, because it was a much bigger deal in her sorceress world. If she was his mate—given her strong pull to him, it was a likelihood—that meant he was her siren song. If they went through with the mating, she would also serenade him with her siren song, weaving her magic into him, binding their souls. He’d die without her.
What a conversation to walk in on though. It’d been clear he thought she was his mate, but he’d been unhappy by that. It was a conversation she’d been totally unprepared for. Just like he’d been at the bar apparently. Hearing about his unease caused by her humanity had spurred her into admitting she was a sorceress. But that pull to him was also why she’d stuck up for Cajun, letting Barbara know he’d apologized for his earlier behavior. She could understand his reaction in the bar if he’d been taken off guard as much as she had been by the news.
“Jake, did you question the shifter I Tased?” She crossed her arms beneath her breasts, taking care not to touch her tender nipples. Damn Cajun for that !
“Yeah.” Jake ran his fingers across his forehead, a move she interpreted as stalling.
Probably won’t like what he has to say . “What’d he tell you?”
“Spill it, Jake.” Wearing a scowl, Cajun drummed his fingers on the table.
“He squealed fast and pissed his jeans.” Jake grimaced, but she focused on Cajun from the corner of her eye, while her friend kept talking. “He said Jessie’s in town, and he’s got your scent. They were hired to bring you to him.”
Cajun fisted his hand, and his wolf ringed his eyes. A heartbeat passed before his fingers eased up, and the glow of the wolf left his eyes.
“He’s made some unsavory promises to the one who captures you and brings you to him.”
The two that’d ganged up on her at Sassy Wolfe had mentioned fucking her ass. She’d recharge her Taser and strap on a knife, promising to fry or gut any bastard that thought he’d defile her in any fashion.
“Y’all should be able to spot an out-of-towner easily enough.” Cajun dragged his nails across his dark stubble, while his voice sounded like gravel.
“Nate’s setting up something with the jean-pisser to lure Jessie out. Just keep Olivia safe, and everything should be over in a day or two.”
Olivia attempted to thank them for their help, but Barbara shushed her. “We look out for family.” As Olivia struggled for a reply, the Wolfe matriarch tugged on her arm. “Come along, dear, and I’ll show you to your bedroom.”
SEVEN
Olivia
She peered about the bedroom. Nothing fancy, but it was serviceable and boasted an in-suite bathroom, which was a bonus in her book.
“I’d offer you the room with the twin beds since you’ll be sharing with Cajun, but it’s being remodeled.”
That offhand comment had her gaze zeroing in on the queen-sized bed. That mattress was much too small for Cajun’s size. No way she would share a bed with the sexy wolf. Neither would she have sex with Sexy-pants in a room just down the hall from Barbara’s bedroom. They were wolves, their senses were stronger, and they’d probably hear everything. “It’ll do just fine, but Cajun’s not sleeping in that bed with me.”
Barbara shrugged as if she didn’t care either way. “He’s verbally marked you as his. Doesn’t matter if you two don’t follow through on the mating, his wolf won’t allow him to sleep too far away so long as you’re in danger.”
“Thanks for