Harvest Moon (Beaux Rêve Coven 4)

When the noise inside the dining room rose with the women speaking over each other, Ethan rapped on the table. Bryn huffed a breath and sat in her seat, her arms crossed in front of her.

Radha gave Khan a sideways glower. “See what you’ve done?”

Khan arched an eyebrow. “I offered a solution.”

“Yes, you did, but until we can confirm this is indeed a demon attack,” Ethan said, “we’ll hold off on your suggestion.” When his wife gave a nod, he added, “Although the idea does hold merit.”

Bryn’s mouth pursed then slowly stretched. “You’re trying to make me mad.”

“Makeup sex is the best,” Renner whispered loudly, earning Miren’s elbow in his side.

“In the meantime…” Ethan said, glancing around the room. “Is it possible for another to travel with Radha to protect her?” He glanced at Renner. “I know you can enter dreams.”

Renner shook his head. “But I can’t enter the plane. It’s not the same at all.”

Khan released out a deep sigh. “I know a vanir.”

The other demons groaned.

The women shared doubtful glances. “What is a vanir?” Radha asked.

Ethan’s mouth twisted in disgust. “They are rare. Known mostly because of their ability to impregnate infertile women.”

“They consider themselves fertility gods. They actually like to be called that,” Renner said sneering.

Darcy’s eyebrows shot upward. “Radha doesn’t have a fertility problem that we know of.”

“This vanir can project,” Khan said. “He could accompany Radha, have her back the next time the mare draws near.”

“You’re talking about Frigg,” Ethan said, his voice lowering.

Darcy snorted. “That’s his name? Seriously?”

Ethan waved a hand to indicate he wanted silence. Then his gaze went to Khan. “Why would he help us?”

“Would he be willing to go up against the council’s edict about all demons shunning us?” Bryn blurted.

Ethan shook his head. “He’s far outside the council’s favor. We have nothing he would want…”

“Unless he thinks he can score himself a witch,” Khan said quietly.

“He’d demand me as the price of ridding me of this mare?” Radha shook her head.

“He might,” Khan said.

“Can we offer him something else? Money, perhaps?” she asked, her voice rising.

“He doesn’t need our money. Women desperate to conceive shower him with anything he wants.”

“You sound like you know him well,” she said, her eyes narrowing.

Khan’s gaze met hers and held. “I do. A long time ago, we were friends…”

Darcy raised a hand. “Let me get this straight. A vanir who can impregnate any woman, and a jinn who’s into wish fulfillment…? What kind of racket were you two running?”

Khan’s cheeks flushed with ruddy color. “We were…younger.”

“Horny, you mean,” Darcy drawled.