He pulled her to his body and kissed her. He wanted everyone to see it and know she was spoken for.
Simon cocked his head. “Hey, I need to talk to you two. Office?”
Once the door was closed Simon turned, his arms crossed. “Someone is fucking with you.”
Meriel nodded. “I agree.”
“What?”
“You’re on edge. Prowling around like a shifter. You’re hyperaggressive. The magick is pouring off you.”
Dominic only felt rage. “What the fuck? You saying I’m so weak I’d be manipulated by some spell?”
Meriel looked him up and down. “I can feel it. Through the bond. It has to be outside the club because I’d feel it if it was happening in here. The wards would sound with that kind of spell.”
“You too?”
With an indignant sniff, she turned, kicked her shoes off and her hands began to dance as she spoke under her breath. Magick filled the room, made his own rise in response to join hers. That’s when it felt like she grabbed a string and unraveled him. His stomach went into freefall and he held back a gag.
And then things got really weird.
She raised her voice, this time speaking aloud as she wove the spell. She tapped the font and shoved it all into Dominic so that he gagged with it. He held a hand out but she didn’t stop. Instead she took it and squeezed.
Latin, yes, she was speaking Latin. He realized this as he warred to keep his consciousness and failed several times.
And then she was on her knees and his ears popped and he could hear clearly again.
He saw the red. “Blood?” He tried to stand, but dizziness made him stumble. Simon braced him and eased him into a chair.
“It’s not yours. It’s Meriel’s.”
His gaze shot to her and he found her pressing one of his handkerchiefs against her arm. “Did I hurt you?” He wanted to vomit.
Concern filled her eyes then and she came to him, kneeling and taking his hand. “No. Do you think you ever could? Really?”
“I don’t know. Baby, Christ, what happened?”
“It was a possession spell. Someone was riding in your consciousness and trying to affect your behavior.”
“Something was in me? And cut you?”
“I needed the blood to cast it out. It was ugly and powerful and not mage magic. It was darker than that.”
“You cut yourself for me? How could you do that? You are not to put yourself in danger like that.”
She waved it away. “I’ll do what I need to and you can’t stop me from protecting what’s mine. Anyway, it’s locked out. My blood mixed with the spell. The way is blocked.”
“How can this have happened? I thought my magick was locked, that you can’t be possessed … like demon possessed? Is that what the Latin was? Meriel, did you fucking exorcise me?” Sickness clawed at his insides.
“In a manner of speaking, yes. See what I mean about how we can learn from other kinds of practitioners?”
“Faith as magick?” Simon asked, handing her a bottle of water and then one to Dominic.
“Negative energy, no matter what you want to call it, can be affected by belief. The words hold power. I gave them intent.”
“But I can’t be demon possessed. I’ve done a lot of bad shit, but never dark magicks. Ever.”
Her face washed into a blank mask and he knew it before she even spoke. “If someone is of your blood, they can do it if they’re close enough. Siblings. Parents.”
“You’re telling me my mother just called a fucking demon into me? Like the guys who watch my front doors here?”
“No, not a demon. More precisely, I’m saying your mother was the bridge to let a very dark energy ride into you. It’s not like you think. Your head won’t go round three hundred and sixty degrees or anything. No levitating. But this dark chaos she let in can eat away at your foundations. At your boundaries and filters. Over time she could use you to be violent or other such things. She used her flesh-and-blood connection with you to let it in.”
“Get it out of me. Now. Or take me to the middle of the forest and leave me. I can’t be around you if I can’t trust myself.”
He felt unclean. What sort of people had he come from?
“Let’s go home. I’m going to ask Gage’s mother to come over. She’s a healer of sorts and can help you flush the darkness out.”
“No. Are you listening to me? Simon, take her to her parents’ house right now.”
“She can’t get in again.” Meriel got in his face, his shirt gripped in her hand. “Listen to me, Dominic. She can’t. Nothing and no one else can. I’m there now. I cut off that bond to her. I cut it off and cauterized it and then I put my own energy there. She can’t get in. You’re not going to go anywhere but home with me.”
“How do you know?” God, he couldn’t bear it, couldn’t bear to think on hurting her. How could she ever trust him again? Would she be scared of him forever?
“Because it’s my spell and your mother is a punk-ass bitch in the magick department. Oh, that’s right.” Meriel was pissed off, he realized. Not upset with him, not afraid of him at all. But murderously pissed off at Gloria Ochoa.
Simon eased back and sat on the corner of the desk as they settled in to watch Meriel.
“I got her number. She’s a fucking amateur wearing a costume of a powerful witch. She will not get in because you are mine and that is that. She can’t best me. Not ever. I am badass, Dominic. I know most people don’t know it, but you better believe it. I will tear her apart when I find her. You can bet on that. I. Am. Not. Having. This.”
He exhaled long and hard and took her in.
Magnificent.
Glorious.
Righteous.
“I am stupid in love with you.” He moved to her, putting his arms around her. Their magick flared and flowed into the room again. It felt good to be back in synch.
Her rage faded as she smiled sort of crookedly at him. “You love me?”
“Ah, I should go now.” Simon stood.
Startled into remembering Simon’s presence, she straightened. “We’re going to go home.” Meriel pulled her phone out and called Gage’s mother about coming over.
The way she gave orders was ruthlessly precise. She was putting a plan together. She might wear novelty socks and know all the words to Grease, but she did things with a purpose. Gloria had issued a challenge. And Meriel would answer that. But she’d do so only after she had considered every option and mapped out every single factor. His woman would understand and be prepared to beat every possible attack.
“You all right?” Simon asked.
“Yeah. I just … she made it okay. It was like I was far away and then she was there pulling me back to shore. Watching her right now, I’m just struck by how truly lucky I am.”
“She’s right, you know. Gloria can’t get in again. You were out of it for a while when Meriel was doing the spell. I’ve never seen magick like that. She reflected what your mother was putting out to keep the bridge open and then she stole it. Like yanked it out of her. Whipcrack. And it’s over. Epic witchery. I am impressed as hell.”
“I wish I’d have seen it. Nell’s going to ask me about it, so can I have her call you so you can describe what Meriel did?”
“Sure.”
Meriel approached and tucked her hand in his. “Come on. She’s on her way. Nell’s coming here. My mother will most likely also be at our apartment too.” She put her head on his shoulder.
“You need to go home. She’s right. I’m just fine here on my own. You’ve already been here most of the night.” He turned to Meriel. “Will you call me to check in once he’s settled?”
“Of course. Thanks for your help tonight.”
“Anytime, sweetheart. You were indeed badass. Now let’s get you to your car. I’ll feel better if I go with you. Unless you think there’s going to be a problem here?” He looked to Meriel again.