Page 81 of Moonlight & Mayhem

Moon stared at her. “You stood outside my clubhouse and told me to come home.”

“I was trying to get you away from Baltimore,” Morrigan said.

“By kidnapping me?” Moon asked.

“Yes,” Morrigan said.

Moon laughed without humor. “That usually works better when the person agrees to go with you.”

“I didn't have time to ask nicely,” the older woman insisted.

“You had enough time to poison my mate,” Moon spat.

Morrigan's expression hardened. “I didn't do that.”

“Your people did,” Moon corrected.

“They stopped being my people months ago,” Morrigan insisted.

“Well, that’s convenient,” Mayhem grumbled.

She shrugged. “It’s the truth.”

Mayhem stepped forward, and Moon grabbed his hand. The black line at his wrist faded, and Morrigan seemed to notice. Her eyes narrowed. “Interesting.”

Mayhem's wolf growled. “Stop looking at her.”

Morrigan's gaze moved to him. “I was looking at you, actually,” she admitted.

“That's worse,” Mayhem barked. Moon nearly smiled, but Morrigan didn't.

“The night root shouldn't respond that strongly to her touch,” Morrigan said.

Moon's doctor instincts immediately took over. “What do you mean?” she asked.

“The bond is suppressing it,” Morrigan said.

“We know,” Moon said.

“No.” Morrigan shook her head. “You don't understand.”

“Then explain it to us,” Mayhem countered.

Morrigan stared at their joined hands. “The compound was designed to use a mate bond as a pathway.”

Moon nodded. “A pathway into me,” Moon said.

“Yes,” Morrigan agreed.

“Then why does touching him make it retreat?” Moon questioned.

“It shouldn't,” the older woman said.

Mayhem glanced at Moon. “Maybe your poison sucks,” he said.

Morrigan's eyes flashed. “I didn't make it.”

“Someone did,” Moon said. “Who made the potion?”