“Okay,” I tell him, pushing my messy hair back. “I’m hungry and that bacon smells wonderful.”
“You don’t feel weak?” He sits on the edge of the bed and puts a pillow in my lap to set the tray on.
“I haven’t really moved yet,” I reply, picking up the coffee and setting it on my nightstand. I put on the costume and we made it three minutes into Star Wars before Lucas carried me upstairs. He fed off me during sex, careful not to take too much, and has been babying me like mad ever since. “I had a good dream.”
“What was it about?”
“We moved into the new house and had a pool party.”
He smiles. “We’ll have to do that.”
Lucas gets under the covers next to me, keeping me company while I eat. I know shit hit the fan yesterday, but I really do feel okay this morning. Once I’m done with breakfast, Lucas and I take a shower together. I start feeling sick again, and I remember I have to go into the pharmacy and drop off the prescription from Abby.
“I don’t even know how it works,” I laugh, pulling a black dress over my head. It’s cloudy today and the air took on a chill already. Looks like second summer is already coming to an end.
“I’m sure you can figure it out,” Lucas says, lips pulling up into a half-smile. “Though I don’t know how it works either. I wish I could go with you.”
“Me too. I’m going to figure out a way to make that happen.”
“I know.” He brushes my hair back and kisses my forehead, but the second his lips touch my skin, he jerks back. “Something came through the fireplace,” he tells me, and speeds downstairs. If something came through the fireplace, it came from the Covenstead. Putting my hand over my stomach, I grimace at the lump in my throat and slowly make my way downstairs.
Lucas is in the living room, holding a large, black envelope. The coven’s sigil is pressed into the wax seal keeping it closed, and my heart hammers in my ears as I take it from him, quickly breaking off the seal and pulling out a neatly folded letter.
“What does it say?” Lucas asks as I quickly skim the letter. I recognize Tabatha’s handwriting immediately. I read over the first line again, just to make sure I read it right. Blinking, I look up at Lucas.
“I’ve been summoned.”
Chapter 4
“Summoned?” Lucas echoes. “You’re not a member of the coven anymore.”
“I know.” I swallow the lump in my throat and look at the letter again. There’s no other information, just a formal request for me to go to the gathering hall this afternoon. Tabatha’s name is signed at the bottom, and I flip the paper over, looking for a secret message or a hidden warning.
Something to make sense of this.
Because it doesn’t make sense. I’m not part of the coven, and ignoring a summon wouldn’t mean anything anymore. I can’t be punished according to Witch Law, and I can’t be held accountable. I have faith that Tabatha wouldn’t call me in for a trial, but what if her hands were tied and she was forced to write this letter while members of the Grand Coven watched.
“What do they want?” Lucas takes the letter from me, reading it over.
“I don’t know. I’m going to take a stab at it and say it has to do with the whole Ruth mess. And several members did hear me say that I’m the daughter of an archangel.”
“Do witches feel the same way about Nephilim as angels do?” Lucas lowers the letter and looks at me with concern in his eyes. “I’ll kill them before they can lay a hand on you. I swear to it, Callie, I will protect you at all costs.”
Tears suddenly spring to my eyes thanks to stupid hormones, and I quickly wipe them away with the back of my hand. “I know you will, and I don’t know. They never came up, but witches are way more open to other supernaturals than humans, so, uh, maybe?”
“You’re not going.” Lucas puts the letter on the coffee table and picks me up, carrying me to the couch. He sits with me in his lap, and I push up so I’m straddling him. “You could be walking into a trap, and I won’t have it.”
“Lucas,” I start, “Tabatha wouldn’t invite me to walk into a trap.” The words come out naturally, but even