Setting the circle was ambitious, sure, and creating a magical anchor that was self-sustaining was mind-boggling, yes, but closing a spell that enormous? It would require a level of power unseen in this realm. Until we had reason to believe it could be done, asking my family to vacate their home of the past twelve months felt premature. Isaac wouldn’t mind, and Aunt Dot was itching to buy into a new zip code, but I kept dragging my heels. Requesting a new assignment wasn’t the issue. The Earthen Conclave couldn’t deny me because Gemini were drifters by nature, and they were all about accommodating the inherent needs of the fae species in their employ. What bogged me down was the unexpected pleasure I got from always knowing where to book my flights, always knowing where to go when a job ended. Putting in for a transfer meant packing up and moving. Again. It meant leaving behind all the good memories attached to our current location.

Three Way was starting to feel like more than a pad of concrete where I parked my trailer. It almost felt like…home.

Graeson grunted, drawing my attention back to him. “How do you know so much about spellwork?”

“My brother-in-law’s a witch.” A few taps on his phone’s screen pulled up an image of a slender man with tan skin and black hair wearing a bored expression standing with his legs spread and arms held out to his sides. Children dangled from each of his limbs as though he were a living jungle gym. A curvy woman with the same hazel eyes as Graeson stood in the background. She covered her mouth while she laughed. “His opinions can’t be included in any official record since the conclave most likely wouldn’t hire him, even as a consultant, because of his pack affiliation, but he’s a coven leader. The man knows his magic. He’s volunteered to help with what comes next.”

“What’s that exactly?” I asked hesitantly.

“You lied to me and to Marshal Comeaux,” he said casually, as though he hadn’t just been inquiring about my family. The accusation punched me in the gut. I didn’t see it coming. I should have. I knew he hadn’t forgiven or forgotten that small fact. “You touched Marie.” A few more clicks. “I saw what you did with the McKenna girl. You knew her species after holding her hand.” He glanced up, and our eyes met. “What else can you tell?”

My lips compressed into a stubborn line. When he said he had evidence to gain entrance to my room, I hadn’t realized he meant against me.