Cuckoo in the Coven
She picked up the phone and scrolled to Willow’s number.
Willow yawned. “How’s it going?”
“From what I can tell it’s going okay.” She paused. “I had a caller last night, after you went home.”
“Seriously, Fox had the nerve to come that soon?”
“Yes. He said he knew I was matchmaking.”
“Well he’s always known what we’re up to.”
“Exactly. Something in particular is drawing him on this occasion though.”
“Did he say anything useful?”
“The usual, offered with one hand and took away with the other.”
“Did you discuss Sunny?”
“Yes. He’s clearly interested in her. Says he wants a new apprentice.”
Willow snorted. “What happened to the last one?”
“I dread to think. I’m not sure that’s the whole picture, though.”
“Can you tell how Sunny is coping?”
“They’re definitely together, which is a relief. We were right to act on Sunny’s dream. But there are storms all around them.”
“Inevitable, I suppose,” Willow replied.
“Oh yes, something else about Fox,” Celeste added. “He knew Sunny was Hanna’s granddaughter.”
“That’s worrying. He’d obviously observed Hanna from a distance, and knew she was a powerful one. Hanna would laugh, she couldn’t stand the man.”
Celeste chuckled, amused by it too. “Let’s just hope Sunny picks up on that. She should. She’s a sensitive soul, perceptive.”
“I’m sure she will. It’s a shame he caught sight of her with us.”
Celeste sighed. “I don’t think it would’ve made much difference. He was on to her anyway.”
“What do you want me to do?”
Celeste took a deep breath. “Gather the coven. We need to be ready.”
CHAPTER TEN
While the passion between Cullen and Sunny rolled back and forth, fierce and undeniable, the weather outside had become darker and more unruly. The sky was overcast and swift moving, the waves crashing against the nearby rocks.
Cullen rose to his feet and walked to the entrance of the cave.
Sunny watched him with a pang of regret.
When she moved, the surface of the rock felt rough against her back, sending an after-tremor of pleasure through her entire body. Would she ever recover from being so thoroughly shagged?
“Accursed weather.”
“What is it?”