“Fucking hell,” he muttered and clutched my hair in his fist.
“I think I know what Belinda and Neville want the scrolls for,” I said into his shirt.
“What’s that?” he questioned as he stroked my hair. Despite the chaste way that he held me, I couldn’t miss his growing erection where it pressed into me.
“Rhiannon had the power to wake the dead, which is what I believe was connected to the spell we just did for my mother. She also had the ability to lull the living into a permanent slumber. There was a spell in the book that seemed to be along those lines that I came across while searching for something to help my mom. Well, it seems that she was also the keeper of a spell that strips a witch of her powers, rendering them mortal. From the little that I heard from Belinda and Neville, they hate mortals, and they want to get rid of any who aren’t useful to them. Then the witches that oppose them would have their powers stripped. They would control everything.”
“Baby, you know they aren’t going to stop. They’re going to keep coming after you unless we do something about it.”
“I know that, but I’m not sure what we should do,” I admitted.
“The guys and I came up with a plan, but I want Raptor to explain it to you. It’s risky, but I think we can make it work. Now that you told me about that spell, I think I have an idea. We need to go out and run it by Raptor and Voodoo.”
“Um, okay,” I replied, unsure of what he was thinking.
“We’re going to take care of this once and for all.”
There was only one problem with that.
Once we dealt with Belinda and Neville, he’d be leaving.