Wicked Bad (WIcked 3)(24)

Callie smiled at Harrison. “They had no other choice, did they, Harry? You weren’t about to give in without drastic measures. And you are the most powerful Magian in ages.”

Her brother Tyghe, the final piece of Callie’s triad, came in without knocking and knelt at his wife’s feet. “I love you.” She blushed and he turned to his sister. “She’s right, Harry. You are powerful. Powerful enough to punish them yourself. Powerful enough to pay them back in kind until they give in.”

Her heart was racing as his words formed an idea in her mind. A brilliant idea. She couldn’t believe she hadn’t thought of it before. Her mind was reeling with possibilities. “I can gag Jacob, if a siren can’t talk he can’t use his…oh but Ric is a morph, I have no idea how to restrain—”

“So is Jenner.” Tucker sighed. “I’m obviously outgunned here, but you should at least be able to protect yourself. If anyone would know how to restrain her kind, it should be her.”

Harrison’s gray eyes flashed with ire. “I heard. One of these days that woman is going to have a reckoning. Talk about secret keeping.”

Callie snuggled in between her two men, looking more content, more confident than Harrison had ever seen her. “But she loves us, so you’ll forgive her.”

She started out of her room, determined to grill their housekeeper for all she was worth, and she heard Tyghe chuckle nervously. “Anyone else a little scared? A male siren, Gryffin no less, a morph and our sister? Their powers joined? It may be a sign of the apocalypse. With magic like that she could take over the world.”

Harrison smiled. She didn’t want the world. She just wanted Ric and Jacob. Finally admitting that felt good. What she was planning would feel even better.



“Comfy, gentlemen? Feeling good? Nothing going numb?”

Harrison walked into the room she’d reserved and smiled in approval. It was all going exactly as she’d planned. The only cloud in her perfect sky was Lorie. Conway was in the library, buried in research, determined to find what Lorie had. A clue to where her brother was. He promised to be careful, and that she would be the first to know anything. At least Lorie had given her and her family some peace of mind when he said he couldn’t die. It wasn’t much. But it was enough.

While they waited, Tucker had called in some favors and the Proxenos had agreed to open the Triune club just for her. Just for tonight. And her brothers had helped her devise a way to transport her men to her. “We’re all alone in here. No deejay, no crowd of judgmental single Magians. Just us. But I thought a bed might be more comfortable than your thrown together stair illusion. Don’t you agree?”

She glanced at the bed and bit her lip to hold back her smile. They looked nervous. Actually Ric looked nervous, Jacob was just plain angry. That’s okay. She could work with angry. If he’d been apathetic or disgusted she wouldn’t have been so calm.

She fiddled with the ties of her long jacket and tilted her head, watching them. Her two men. Naked and bound to a magnificent bed that was perfect for what she had planned. She hoped.

Jacob’s dark eyes burned into hers above the magical seal that had found its way onto his mouth the instant she’d pulled him through the portal. She made a face. “Don’t give me that look. You bound my powers and tied me to a bed, isn’t turnabout fair play?”

Ric made a humming noise to get her attention, his mouth free, but his body unable to morph with the specially made bands wrapped around his wrists and ankles. “That situation was slightly different. We only intended to give you pleasure, princess. Not harm you.”

She shrugged. “What makes you think I plan to harm you? Because you took me against my will? Or because you sent me away without giving me a choice?”

His hazel eyes grew wide. “We thought you wanted to go. And Jacob, well he feels responsible for your attack. Both of them. We didn’t see her, but we had both suspected from the start that it was his sister. He thought it was because he’d been away from home for so long. That she wouldn’t hurt you if we returned.”

Jacob’s glare was aimed at Ric, and Harrison felt his agitation as though it were her own.

“Oh, he doesn’t like us talking about him when he can’t join in, does he?” Harrison rubbed her hands together, coming closer to the bed. “Tell me more about how Jacob feels.”

His big, beautiful body jerked against his bonds, muscles flexing as he struggled against his bindings. Ric, on the other hand, looked more relaxed than he had since he’d arrived. He was even smiling.