Coven Leaders glaring at them. The power couple were always intimidating as hell, but when angered their power radiated out of them so strong it made the hairs on my arms stand tall. Their arms were glowing like a full moon from their elbows down.
Across the room Emersyn paced in front of a wall made entirely of windows. Little orange flames danced on the tips of her long blonde hair as she stalked the room like a caged lion. Her whole body glowed. Black mist swirled around her legs, leaving a trail of dark smoke. She balled her hands in fists and flames coiled around them.
Deacon leaned against the glass wall with his arms crossed over his chest and his purple eyes latched onto his soulmate. Beside him, Royce was a darker mirror image of his cousin, but his gaze was locked on his sister a few feet over. Henley stood still staring out the window. I couldn’t see her reflection and I didn’t want to.
Olli and Albert sat at her feet with their ears perked up, watching the shadows in the yard.
Braison, Paulina, Savannah, Lennox, and Warner were all leaning against the wall to the left, just watching what was happening in front of them. On the right wall were the parents to the children on the couch. I only knew Monica Tarbell by name but I’d seen the others during the party – and the blonde couple had to be with the little blonde girl. They all looked utterly terrified with their pale faces and anxious glances. They were all fidgeting and biting their nails.
I glanced to my right and found the other Coven members in the kitchen. Bentley sat with his legs crisscrossed on top of the island. Constance was cradling her stomach like she was going to be sick and Daniel looked so nervous I worried for his health. Bettina, Timothy, and Kenneth had Tegan’s Book of Shadows open on the counter between them as they scanned pages. Jackson and Cooper were menacing statues of barely subdued rage standing near the hallway to the bedroom where it happened.
Easton stood a few feet behind Tenn, shaking his head and shifting his weight around. Lily was behind him with her hands on his back like she was keeping him calm. Willow sat on the arm of the couch next to a boy who looked similar to her. Chutney stood behind the couch at the other end.
Mona and Katherine sat on barstools glancing back and forth between the kitchen and the living room. Hunter and Devon stood beside them, the hostility in their eyes surprising me. Or maybe those were their battle faces? I didn’t know, but it was intense.
The wall moved beside me – and then I realized it was just Kessler. He glanced over to us and nodded. “All good outside?”
I nodded. “As of now.”
Tennessee glanced over his shoulder. “Peabo and Atley at the door still?”
“Ready and waiting for action,” I said while trying not to smile.
Tennessee nodded, then turned his fierce glare back to the kids.
The little blonde girl trembled and her breathing hitched. The woman I assumed was her mother rushed over and squeezed her shoulder from behind the couch.
Cooper cleared his throat. “Well, Tenn? What do we do now? We know it will come back.”
Tennessee cursed and shook his head. “I’m thinking.”
“Tegan?” Cooper held his hands out. “Find it hard to believe you don’t have an evil plan by now.”
“Oh, I have a dozen. You’ll hate them all.” Tegan half-turned toward us and her pale green eyes narrowed on Riah. “You’re ancient and you know more about this demon than we do…what would you do?”
Riah pointed to the children on the couch. “Let him take one of them. They summoned him after all.”
Everyone gasped.
The parents of the four children gasped and lunged forward like they wanted to shield them from us.
Savannah threw her head back and cackled. “I change my mind. I like him.”
“Riah.” I shook my head. I knew the fae were a twisted breed so his idea didn’t quite surprise me, but I knew it would not be received well. “Do not ask a fae what they would do for you will never like it.”
“In all fairness, he was already here. They just gave him the doorway out.” He shrugged. His eyes were not unkind. He simply told us the truth of what he would do. “I do not wish to be cold, but he will return and he will claim—”