Almost as quickly as it appeared, the creature was gone. The black fabric fell away from the gazebo and Star and I were sitting on the ground. She looked at me with her eyes wide.
“I take it that wasn’t supposed to happen,” I said.
She shook her head.
“What happened?” Malcom rushed to us and knelt next to me. “Are you alright?” He turned to Star. “What did you do to her?”
“I did the spell but that was not shifter blood. What the fuck kind of game is Alec trying to play? He could have gotten us both killed!” Star stood and faced us, her hands on her hips. She was pissed.
“What are you talking about?” Malcom said. “Alec gave you his blood. You didn’t do the spell right.”
“No. That was vampire blood. I nearly pulled a vampire soul from its undead body. I don’t want that lurking around my home. You have to go.” She glared at us. It was an unsettling sight. “You’re a threat to my home. Do you have any idea what that could have done to me?”
“There has to be an explanation.” I couldn’t believe I was defending Alec, but it didn’t make any sense.
“There better be,” she said.