been on death’s door and on the verge of dying any second, we might not have rushed into that deal with Cronos…and maybe Saffie wouldn’t have been cursed. What she did saved his life…and saved the world. But we all hated that she paid the price. Heavily.
“And be one step ahead of us at all times.” Cooper leaned his hands on the back of the couch and hung his head. Even his normally short trimmed buzz-cut blond hair was like half an inch long now. “How are we supposed to help her?”
“You said she has her memory back?” Emersyn rubbed her hands together and the flames behind her swirled. The golden color of her eyes flashed bright. “How can you be sure? You said neither of you got close to her.”
“She said my name.” When they all gasped, I frowned. “I did tell you that before, didn’t I?”
“NO!”
“Definitely not.”
“How do you leave that part out?”
Cooper’s pale green eyes narrowed on me. “She said your name…in what context? Like are we sure she was remembering and not that—”
“The second I turned around, she gasped and yelled Tennessee.” I shrugged. “There was no one else around us. Then when Tegan hit the Knights with her magic – well, she didn’t say Tegan’s name but I felt it. I felt that recognition and saw it clear on her face. She smiled for Goddess’ sake. But at the very least, she said my name. She remembers.”
Emersyn sighed and her shoulders sagged with relief. “That’s good. I know if she had remembered me on New Year’s Eve we wouldn’t be having this conversation right now. She’d be here.”
“Exactly.” Bentley slammed a book closed, his golden eyes that matched Emersyn’s sparkled wickedly. “Which means all we have to do is throw her a line and she’ll take it.”
Royce narrowed his eyes into little sapphire slits. He ran his fingers through his jet-black hair. “What does that mean? What are you planning little Prince of Darkness?”
Bentley grinned and he looked exactly like Tegan.
Chutney popped her bubblegum and it echoed through the living room. Her brown ringlets were still wet from her shower. “Yeah…what do we do?”
Everyone looked to Tegan, but if she was listening she wasn’t letting that show. She stood frozen with her back to us. My stomach tightened into knots. I hated seeing her like this. I felt her hectic pulse through our soulmate glyph like it was my own. I glanced back to everyone else and saw palpable fear on all of their faces.
“Yo, Tegan,” Easton shouted and threw a potato chip at her.
It flew across the room right toward her back, but two inches from hitting her a rainbow cloud of mist flashed and vaporized the chip. Deacon flicked his fingers and red lightning shot over at her…then met the same fate, vanishing inches before hitting her. He looked to me and scowled. Golden mist slid across the floor but Tegan’s rainbow mist met it a foot away from her, swallowing it up in an instant.
She may not have been paying attention but her magic was.
Even I found that unnerving.
Hunter sighed from suddenly right beside me. His golden eyes were dark with worry. “I don’t like that.” He pointed at his daughter.
“Tenn?” Emersyn cleared her throat. When I looked to her, she nodded toward her twin. “I know D and I just got back today…but has she slept since New Year’s?”
Lie. So they won’t be worried. “No,” I heard myself say instead. Great work, brain.
Deacon whistled and shook his head. “It’s been eight days, boss. She needs sleep. She can’t just skip sleep every time things get chaotic for us.”
“Actually, she probably can.” When they all scowled at me, I threw my hands up. “She took that same potion from Katherine she took before Samhain. She’ll be fine.”
Easton shook his head. “Boss, that’s not—”
“Stop.” I looked over at the few people who had the luck to travel back in time with us…and I knew they were feeling what Tegan and I were. I pushed my hair back and my silver rings tangled in the long black strands – which didn’t go unnoticed by my Coven-mates who all tried not to chuckle. “Listen, I understand your concerns. Obviously. But…this is different for us. Without Saffie, we never would’ve made it back from 1692. The Gap wouldn’t have been closed. Deacon would have died. And she was cursed for over three centuries for it. There is nothing that we won’t do to bring her home.