A Little Green Magic (The Little Coven #1) - Isabel Wroth Page 0,96

female made a gentle sound in answer.

“Uriah, it's me. It's Juliet. I know you're more than a little freaked out, but I swear to you, no one is going to hurt Ivy. We need to help her. She's my sister, remember? Your hands look a little messed up right now. Will you let me help?”

Juliet. Sister, not a threat. Uriah still wasn't sure about the redhead, but the sister could help. She took the dropper thing from the sketchy guy with the scar on his face, talking to Uriah in those slow, soothing murmurs while she carefully leaned closer and pulled one of Ivy's eyelids open.

“Careful! Only three drops in each eye, and we have to get the vine off before we set her leg,” the redhead said.

“I got it,” Juliet snapped back, not with the same gentle tone she used with Uriah.

Juliet didn't like the redhead. Her scent reeked of so many conflicting emotions, Uriah couldn't tell which one was most important, but she wanted to help Ivy. Wanted to help Uriah's mate, so he let her.

He watched as Juliet put three drops of silvery liquid into Ivy's eyes. “Okay, big guy. This next part is gonna suck. We have to do it to help Ivy. You want that, right? You want us to help Ivy?”

Casting a quick, suspicious glance around at the different faces surrounding him, Uriah nodded, still hunched protectively over his mate. He stroked her hair with his clumsy hand, lifting her higher against his chest so he could rub his face into the soft, silky strands.

“Good, that's really good. I get that your bear is in the driver's seat, but you have to let us do this, or Ivy will wake up and be in terrible pain.”

“No pain!” he managed to snarl, the words thick and garbled.

Juliet smiled encouragingly, passing a wicked sharp blade to the redhead. “Good. We don't want Ivy to be in pain either. Ilex is going to cut the vine away; he's not trying to cop a feel on your mate. This is Ivy's brother, Ilex. You remember, don't you?”

Did he remember? Uriah didn't remember much of anything right now, but the redhead had green eyes just like Ivy, and he smelled sad, not horny.

He didn't want to take Uriah's mate away. He said, “Brother,” but with his misshapen jaw and teeth too big for his mouth, it was barely understandable.

“That's right,” Juliet murmured with an encouraging smile. “Her brother. He doesn't want to hurt Ivy, but those thorns are in there deep.”

Uriah understood the vine needed to come off, and it was going to hurt. He tucked himself around Ivy as though shielding her from seeing her injury could somehow keep her from feeling the pain of what had to happen.

“I'll be careful,” the redhead told him, and true to his word, slowly pressed the razor-sharp blade through the thick green rope that coiled all the way from Ivy's ankle to just below her knee.

“When she wakes up, is Ivy going to go all feral and forgetful on us, too?” the lion asked, cuddling the dazed and exhausted looking females to his chest.

They didn't smell of sex, only blood and concern, so Uriah didn't think they were part of the lion's harem.

Uriah had no idea why, but his bear had conflicting feelings about the other naked shifter. One minute the bear liked and respected him; the next he envisioned ripping the lion's body apart and stomping on the pieces.

Uriah didn't understand it, so he focused on watching the redhead cut into the vine. His brow was furrowed in concentration, focused on his task to cut the thorny rope and not Ivy's already shredded flesh.

“Unlikely. The Twin Blade has been known to cause unpredictable side effects in those who are not Fae,” said the redhead. He cast a quick, uncertain glance up at Uriah before getting back to his task. “It should wear off in a little while, and Uriah will be back to his normal self. I need something to pick these pieces off; I don't suppose there's a pair of tongs in that bag, eh?”

There were two more females, one with short red hair leaning tiredly against the other with pale blonde hair. The blonde one leaned over to rummage inside a leather bag. “Doesn't look like it. I can make chopsticks out of some branches.”

While a discussion happened around him on what the quickest and safest method was to get the prickly, thorny vine off Ivy's leg without