A Little Green Magic (The Little Coven #1) - Isabel Wroth Page 0,76

now, sore inside and out, she wouldn't have traded a single moment.

She hoped her brother's warning not to trust Brickkle and Avia was wrong, that the two house sprites wouldn't share the news that the Little Coven intended to bind Ivy's powers again. It was a carefully crafted lie, of course, all of it was, but the idea was to get her prick father out here and off his game.

Donnatar. He needed something from her desperately. There wasn't a doubt in Ivy's mind that he wouldn't show.

Was it her blood for a sacrifice he needed?

Her magic?

Both?

She was so tired she could barely think straight, and that simply would not do if she was going to make it through this showdown without losing someone she loved.

Ivy jumped when Uriah slid his arm around her waist, sighing in relief even as she turned to cuddle against his strong chest.

Uriah dropped a tender kiss on her forehead, his eyes warm with love as he searched her face. “I was selfish last night.”

Ivy lifted her arms up to curl around his strong shoulders, a slow grin spreading across her face. “Oh, I dunno. If that was you being selfish, I'm scared to think what you being generous will look like. I lost count after ten.”

A sly, proud smirk twisted his handsome lips, his hands roaming up and down her back, reaching to grab her butt. “My ears are still ringing from how loud you screamed for me, but that's not what I meant. You're exhausted. I should have let you sleep; this is too important to risk because I couldn't keep my hands off you.”

“Don't you worry about that.” Callie giggled as she skipped by, a basket overflowing with flowers cut from the garden in her arms. “Once we step into the circle and invoke the Goddess, Ivy will get a hell of a supercharge. She'll be battle-ready in no time.”

Uriah barely spared Callie more than a glance, his brow furrowing with concern. “Is that true?”

Ivy scraped her nails through the shaggy hair at Uriah's nape. “Yes. Even without my magic, any time the six of us circled up to invoke the Goddess, I felt it like a surge of adrenaline. I could never do anything with it before, so I'm curious to see what happens this time.”

“Emotions are gonna be flying high with facing down your prick father and whatever he's gonna bring to the table. Promise me you'll stick to the plan.”

“I promise to do my very best,” she answered solemnly. “Don't leave the iron circle no matter what happens.”

“I won't. I'm with you, always.”

*****

Earth my body, Air my breath, Fire my spirit, and Water my blood. Strength of day, strength of night, give me strength beyond my sight.

Gracious Goddess of love and light, protect me now with all your might. Watch over me and mine with care so we may avoid danger's snare.

They spoke together as one, their voices blending in harmony that was more song than chant. The wind rose to whip around them as a buzz of static electricity washed over him, making the hair on his body stand up.

His bear didn't like it, the heebies intensifying as the magic itself intensified. Uriah expected to be overwhelmed with the scent of burning incense, but all he could smell was the field of flowers all around him and the delectable scent of his mate.

Uriah had nothing to contribute at this point. All he could do was stand by and watch his woman work. The whole coven decked themselves out for their ritual, and somehow, despite the danger they were about to face head-on, all he could think about was marrying Ivy.

Magic welled up like a tsunami as the women raised what Ivy explained as a barrier spell to all outside sources of magic, and any physical projectiles that might be shot at them.

As planned, once that was done, Ivy stepped into the center of the circle, and almost immediately, the ground trembled and quaked.

With a tight nod, Ivy stretched her arms out to the side, her sisters coming forward one by one to clasp a bracelet around her wrists. The jewelry wouldn't do a damn thing to bind Ivy's magic, but with a bit of clever work from Rowena, not even a forest god would be able to sense so much as a lick of power from Ivy.

Callie was the last to come forward with her bracelet, having just reached around Ivy's wrist to set the clasp when a voice