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“Really?” Josie blinks, looking surprised by that. “You’re not into the whole sharing thing? Maybe a threesome?”
“It’s not my thing.”
“Huh.”
“Does that bother you?”
“It’s just unexpected, I guess.”
“How so? Do I give off some kind of vibe that says ‘sexual deviant’?”
“Well, you run a sex club. And, as someone who’s been around for… a while, I assumed you would have a wide variety of interests.”
Interests, huh?
“So, I have to be some kind of sex-crazed fiend with a huge laundry list of kinks?”
“No,” she says, her gaze searching mine for something. “But how would you feel knowing your Unity Witch is a sex-crazed fiend with a laundry list of things she’d like to try out?”
I hazard a guess. “Threesomes?”
“Among other things.”
The idea of sharing Josephine makes me homicidal but it’s a possibility I’m going to have to consider. At least for now. Until we figure out this unity bond.
“Try on the next,” I urge, dropping her gaze and nodding towards the few remaining options.
She frowns as I take a step back, hurt in her dark gaze and seeping through our bond.
I understand her search for the right dress, but if she doesn’t pick something to wear soon, we’re going to miss the ball altogether. And failing to show up to such an important event would look bad.
It would be a poor first impression if Josie wants to integrate herself back into her coven.
She hasn’t said much to me about her plans for the future, but she’s going to have to start thinking about finding her place here in the city if she hasn’t already. It won’t be long now before we figure out whose bond is going to stick: mine, Rune’s, or Sebastian’s.
I watch her shadow shift on the other side of the privacy screen, bending over to pull the dress up her body.
It’s clear she’s meant to be here and not back in England. And it goes far beyond a Tremé witch’s need to be connected to her ancestral lands.
I saw Josephine on her first day in the city—I felt her. The anxiety, the curiosity, the potency of her magic. She has blossomed in such a short amount of time and the transformation has been incredible to witness.
“Hey, Josie? Last week in the mausoleum when you called on the spirits for help…” I trail off, not sure that’s the most accurate description of what she did. “Did you know you could do that? Is necromancy something that runs in your family?”
“Not even a little bit,” she says from behind the privacy screen.
“You and your grandmother ran a funeral home back in the UK, right?”
“We did,” Josie says, then answers my next question before I can ask. “Every dead body I’ve seen has stayed dead.”
Which means my hunch was right—her necromancer abilities are a result of the unity bond.
“It’s a pretty awesome power to have,” I comment, watching the shadow of Josie’s body contort as she struggles to free herself of the cumbersome garment.
“Are you kidding? It’s not cool or awesome. It’s horrible.”
“I meant it in the original context of the word. Awesome, as in reverence, admiration, or fear. Your ability as a necromancer—even an untrained, unskilled one as yours—is powerful. Once word spreads about what you did, people all over the city will think twice about coming after you.”
“Maybe.”
