dancing even when she was standing still.
I could sense Jaxson’s vitriol toward her, but for some reason, I felt a
glimmer of kinship.
“You ask a favor. What can you offer me in payment?” she enquired,
twirling a strand of hair between her delicate fingers.
“We can pay in coin, but I’m guessing that’s not what you’re looking
for,” Jaxson said roughly.
“Correct, wolf man. I live in a perfect dream. I have no need for
currency.”
What could a vastly powerful maenad possibly want or need? Unease
settled over me. “There must be something we can do for you. A favor for a
favor?”
Tilting her head, Cavra considered my words with a glint in her green
eyes. “Now, that is a more interesting proposal.”
Jaxson tensed, and I could sense his displeasure.
Cavra closed her eyes and stepped close to me, breathing in deeply and
twisting her hand strangely in the air. My skin prickled as a cacophony of
whispers filled the clearing, but I couldn’t see where they were coming from
—the space was empty.
Jaxson clearly heard, too. He scanned the area, his muscles twitching in
anticipation of an attack.
Suddenly, the murmurs went quiet as Cavra opened her eyes, and a wide
grin spread across her sharp features. “My. Apparently, you are far more than
you seem, Savannah—so much strength lurking in the shadows of your soul.
I do believe there is something that you could do for me. In return, I will cast
a blocking spell on my grimoire, and your sorcerer will not be able to ensnare
any further victims.”
“And what about those who are already trapped? Will they wake up?”
Jaxson all but growled.
“No, I’m afraid not. He has their minds sequestered in a place beyond my