Forbidden Witches (Tarot Witches Book 2) by SM Reine

Author:SM Reine [Reine, SM]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Publisher: Red Iris Books
Published: 2014-12-08T23:00:00+00:00

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Rage’s kitchen was less intimidating at night when there was only one light on. The darkness really helped draw attention away from the torture device in the corner. If I squinted, it looked a little bit like my grandma’s kitchen.

Ravyn and Rage sat at the island with me, perched on bar stools, and we each had a mug of hot chocolate. The cozy domesticity was creepy in its own way. Ravyn was wearing her pajamas—a slinky black nightgown with lace framing her cleavage. Her hair had been let down from its funky ponytails and brushed smooth. It was a silken sheet down her back.

Pretty impressive for someone whose hair had obviously been chemically treated so many times. I was going to have to get her conditioning secrets.

The rock star, on the other hand, wasn’t wearing his PJs. I bet he didn’t have any. He was still in the leather pants. But he’d thrown on a shirt, and the three of us actually looked kind of normal for once.

I warmed my fingers on the cup. It was black with The Forbidden’s logo on the side—swag for corporate goths who need their java fix. “I have to say, this isn’t what I would have expected you guys to serve as a comfort drink.”

“Don’t judge too soon,” Ravyn said with a giggle.

I took a sip of my cocoa and almost spit it out in shock. “What is that?”

“I added a shot of brandy to help relax you.” Rage lifted his mug at me. “Cheers.”

Once I expected the burn, I drank more easily. I was careful not to do more than sip it, though. I hadn’t forgotten what Ravyn’s drinks had done to me.

“Now you’ve seen magic and you’ve seen our puppies,” Ravyn said. “How do you feel?”

I stared into the depths of my coffee mug. “I feel…okay.”

She smiled. “You do?”

“Yeah. That means I’ve gone crazy, doesn’t it?”

“Probably,” she said. “But we’re all crazy here. Welcome to the asylum.”

I only managed a half-smile in return. “Why do you guys want me for Graham? Rage said I’m the only thing between him and death, but I don’t get how I’m supposed to help with that.”

“Tarot witches—the women who receive cards like yours—have some kind of weird relationship with werewolves,” Ravyn said. “What we’ve figured out so far is that you should be able to help prevent the end-of-life decay that werewolves begin to experience after a few years.”

“They typically don’t last twenty years after they’re bitten,” Rage added. “They go crazy. They get sick. They die.” He took a long drink of his hot chocolate and set it down a little too hard.

“How many years has Graham been a werewolf?” I asked.

“Twenty-three,” Rage said.

So he wasn’t just at the end. He was on borrowed time.

“How do I help him?” I asked. “I mean, how are tarot witches supposed to help werewolves, exactly?”

Rage gestured for me to keep drinking. “It starts with you getting a good night of sleep. Finish that. It’ll help you rest.”

“That’s not an answer,” I said.

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