Spark of Magic by Trista Ann Michaels Read Free Book Online

would find and protect you. Our mother cast a spell that would ensure we would know you when we found you. We would know it was you when we…joined with you.”
    “You’re joking, right? What did you have to do? Sleep with every woman you met until you found me?”
    Darien snorted then glanced toward the cushions, trying to hide his grin. “No. We saw you at the restaurant. The night you tripped the waiter, making him spill the hot coffee on your date’s crotch.”
    Her face heated as a blush moved over her cheeks.
    “Remind me never to make you that angry.”
    “You saw me do that?” she asked, her voice soft as a whisper, her breath shallow and quick. If they’d seen her, who else had?
    “Yes,” Nicholas replied. “I was looking at you when you waved your hand. You don’t have to do that, by the way.”
    “I’ve always done it. I haven’t figured out yet how to do it without waving my hand.”
    “I can teach you,” Nicholas said and her heart skipped a beat.
    Images of the night before flashed through her mind and her cheeks heated.
    “You look a lot like your mother.”
    Her breath caught and she turned to stare at Darien in surprise. She’d never known her mother. “You knew her too?”
    “Yes. We have pictures if you would like to see them, although not on us.”
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    Rebecca shook her head, unsure she should believe any of this. “This is insane. I want to go back home. I have friends, a job…”
    “Both have already been taken care of,” Nicholas interrupted with a nod.
    Her stomach knotted in apprehension. “What do you mean ‘taken care of’?” she demanded.
    “You sent your job a letter of resignation and you also left a letter for Tonya.”
    “I did not!” she snapped. “Tonya isn’t going to believe that. She knows I would never just leave her a letter.” Darien moved closer, putting his hand on her arm but she jerked it away in anger. “Don’t touch me!”
    “Rebecca,” Nicholas chided and she ground her teeth in frustration.
    “Don’t try to placate me like a damn child,” she growled.
    “I’m not placating you, damn it!” he yelled, coming to his feet and stretching to his full height, which had to be well over six feet. She swallowed her growing fear and met his glare with one of her own. “We’re trying to protect you, Rebecca. From the man who killed your parents. Now that we’ve joined he’ll know you’ve been found. He won’t rest until you’re dead. Just like your parents.”

    Nicholas watched the color drain from her face and regret slammed through him.
    He shouldn’t have yelled at her like that. He should have been more patient. Darien shot him a glare from his seat next to her and Nicholas sighed, wishing he’d been instructed on how to handle this part. With his father dead, he and his brother were on their own.
    “I’m sorry, Rebecca,” he said quietly and her eyes narrowed in anger. Good. He would much rather see her angry than scared.
    “What do you mean he won’t rest until I’m dead like my parents? Why did he kill my parents?”
    “Your father held a seat on the Witches council. One of the most powerful ones. He found out something about Sebastian—he’s the man who killed your parents—but we’re not sure what that was. Your father was killed before he could tell anyone.”
    “What does that have to do with me? Why am I in danger?”
    “You’ve inherited your father’s seat and Sebastian wants it. In order to get it he has to provide proof of your death.”
    “I see,” she murmured, then shuddered. “This is…”
    “Is what, baby?” Nicholas asked and her startled gaze met his. Had he just called her baby?
    “If I hadn’t spent the last ten years trying to control my own powers I would have said the two of you were insane.”
    Nicholas and Darien both laughed.
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    “This isn’t funny,” she snapped. “You kidnapped me. Why didn’t you just explain it?”
    “We didn’t have time, Rebecca,” Darien replied.