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spindly arms flailing in anger. Her body and features reminded him of a spider. Of course, if she was one, she’d be a brown recluse. One bite would kill you. “I know all of that already! I need something I don’t know.”
    He turned toward her and narrowed his eyes. “These sisters are supposed to be the most powerful witches in the realm. Maybe I go to them and ask them to help get my son back.” Maybe Isis would agree to help him. Besides, he feared how far Cele would take things. He didn’t mind getting to know three beautiful witches. After all, he enjoyed sex as much as any male, but hurting them was something he couldn’t agree to. He glanced back at his son, questioning if he was pushing her too far.
    She began pacing, her high heels clacking on the stone. He could see her wheels spinning and knew he was not going to like what was coming. “Don’t threaten me. You will do whatever it takes to infiltrate their inner circle of trust and learn their weaknesses and you will speak of this to no one. S àmhchair, ” she spat, pulling her wand out and pointing it directly at him.
    He wondered what she had done to him because he didn’t feel any different. He didn’t dare ask, but the look on her face was one of victory.
    A second later, he understood her confidence. “Remember that I need them to concede their power to me. To ensure you get me the information I need,” she turned to face the crystal bubble that housed his son and turned her wand to Donovan and muttered, “ Tinneasium .”
    His son’s eyes snapped open and he began screaming out in pain. Braeden tried grabbing Cele’s arm, but bounced off a protective field. He punched and kicked at her, never once touching her. He even tried to use his cambion power of mind manipulation to force her to lower the shield, but nothing managed to penetrate the invisible barrier. There was no way to get to the witch, and he found himself standing there, glaring at her. He swore he would have his vengeance against her for harming his son.
    His son caught sight of him in the room and cried out. “Papa, help me. It hurts,” As Donovan wailed, hitting the walls, Braeden roared his rage and impotence, futilely pounding against the invisible barrier.

CHAPTER THREE

    “I can’t believe you spent time talking to a cambion! That has to be some kind of realm record. Do you think he was gay?” Suvi shook her head in disbelief and grabbed her whole-grain bagel from the toaster.
    “I’m a little shocked myself. No, he definitely wasn’t gay. He was hot for me and had a cockstand the entire time we talked. But he made no move, even though I made it clear that I was interested. He said his son’s mother left him and I can’t help but wonder if he was holding back because of her.”
    Isis hadn’t been able to sleep last night as her mind replayed every word Braeden had said. Not to mention, how wound up her body had been. She almost called Rhys, her go-to male, but he wasn’t the one she wanted. This time, a substitute just wouldn‘t do.
    Suvi spread cream cheese on her bagel and took a bite. “Why are you thinking about this anymore? Move on.”
    Isis ran her hand through her tangled hair. That was the question. She wasn’t one to obsess about males. Yet, here she was, still in her pajamas, when normally she would have been at the shop. Instead, she was sitting there continuing to brood over a male. She needed to see him again, and act out the fantasies that had plagued her throughout the night. “Maybe I’ll call him and ask him to go to White River Amphitheater for the Mayhem Festival with me tonight. If he can’t get a sitter, would you watch his son?”
    Suvi gaped, shock written all over her face. “I don’t do children. Bhric aside, I don’t even do animals. You know that.” At Suvi’s words, the black bat on her shoulder flapped its wings. “But, I love you, my sweet,” Suvi cooed at her familiar who squawked in response.
    Isis and Pema hadn’t