"A love spell? Are you fucking with me right now? What do you mean it's fucking permanent?"
Lucian was shouting again.
He'd been shouting pretty much since we got to the pack house, first at the council, then at Jace, and now at Dor, who'd called half an hour before and said he had a few pieces of information for us.
Like the fact that Jace had been under a powerful, insidious love spell for the last few months.
Cast by the shaman we currently had in custody in the pack house's basement, where he was wrapped in a pile of magic-dampening chains courtesy of Dor's secret stash.
I wasn't sure if I wanted to see Dor's collection of objets, or was fucking terrified.
Maybe a little bit aroused.
My inappropriate reactions aside, Lucian and Felix, thankfully minus Charlie, who was off dealing with his injured vamps, because Jax was exactly what Lucian's blood pressure didn't need, were facing off down the hall from Jace's bedroom.
