Pema's Storm: Rowan Sisters' Trilogy Book 1 Read Free Page B

told his boss, unsure why he was now sharing it with him. He wasn’t one to talk about his relationship with anyone, let alone someone he hadn’t known very long. “I went to Black Moon Sabbat looking for answers but…question, what’s the story on witches and their magic?”
    Kill winced and leaned back against the bar. “Claire dumped you, and you go to Black Moon? I hope you didn’t go to Black Moon to win her back because that is going to piss her off when she hears about it. And you don’t want to mess with the Wells family.”
    Ronan crossed his arms over his massive chest and pondered the sorcerer’s words. He’d never even heard of Pema and her sisters until he had asked a co-worker where he should go for help with a witch. “Why? What’s the deal with her and Black Moon?”
    Killian sucked in a breath and let it out in a hiss. “As you know, the Wells are the ruling family of the witches, which means they are very powerful. There is a prophecy that most believe refers to the Rowan triplets and a shift in power. Put simply, the Rowans and Wells are a volatile mix. If their magic clashes, you want to be very far away.”
    “What’s the worst they could do? Kill me with a love potion? Magic isn’t capable of causing real harm.”
    Killian barked out a laugh. “That’s like me saying a male can’t change into a bear. Magic is an elemental force in our world that shapes all aspects of our lives,” Kill shook his head. “You’ve lived with Claire for over a hundred years. Either she has kept her talents secret or you have spent too much time cooped up with shifters. There is more out there than you realize.” The sorcerer splayed his fingers and muttered a word in a foreign language. Blue light sparked between his fingertips.
    Wow, Ronan thought, not impressed. He could do a great light show, with shadow animals on the wall and everything.
    Ronan was about to ask Killian to make a bear shape on the wall when he felt a tightening in his throat. Before he knew it, he was unable to breathe and clutched at his throat. He could hold his breath for several minutes, but when the pressure steadily increased, he panicked.
    There were invisible hands around his throat, strangling the life out of him. When spots dotted his vision, his bear began clamoring underneath his skin. His fingers clawed at his throat in an attempt to get air, but all he managed was to leave bleeding furrows. Goddess help Killian’s new club, his bear was going to break through soon and go on a rampage.
    Killian muttered another foreign word and closed his hands into fists. Instantly, the pressure was relieved, leaving Ronan gasping for a lungful of air. Heaving, he glared at his boss. “What the hell?”
    Killian had a smug look on his face that Ronan wanted to wipe away with his fists. With power like that, there was a reason for the male to be so confidant. It made Ronan wonder how skirm had been able to best Killian and the Dark Warriors in the battle that destroyed the original Club Confetti.
    “That was a simple strangulation spell. Now do you believe in the power of magic?”
    “Fuck you,” he gasped.
    “I’ll take that as a yes. Believe me, that’s nothing compared to what will happen if you cross the Wells. Claire is Cele’s only child and Cele is the High Priestess in the realm. Cele rules the witches for a reason. Individually, she is the most powerful witch in the realm. Her position is on par with Hayden, Dante, Zander, and Evzen.”
    All members of the Tehrex Realm knew who the faction leaders were, Ronan just had never seen Claire’s mother in the same league as these males. It made him wonder why Cele had chosen not to be a part of the Dark Alliance council.
    Ronan rubbed his sore throat. “Thanks. I’ll keep that in mind, but if you ever do that to me again, I’ll kick your ass. Now, what can I do to help get things ready for tomorrow night?”
    Killian laughed and rattled off a list of tasks. Ronan’s mind