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Lucien in on what we learned from Izzy?” I asked.
“ Sure.” She sat perched on a wood-framed futon and crossed her legs.
Kane leaned closer. “Do you want me to go with you?” he whispered.
I shook my head. Absolutely not. Kane would only be a distraction for both of us. “Have a seat. I got this.”
Before he could protest, I escaped into the next room. Then stopped dead in my tracks.
It appeared one had to go through Lucien’s bedroom to get to the kitchen. To the left sat a wrought-iron queen-sized bed, covered by a gorgeous lilac comforter with delicate embroidered orange blossoms. On the nightstand sat a vase of fresh-cut daisies. A couple of bright 3-D, acrylic floral paintings brightened up the opposite wall. I moved, intending to join Lailah, but paused next to his open closet.
I couldn’t help myself. As far as I knew, Lucien didn’t have a significant other. But the room was so…feminine. Was he hiding someone? A quick glance told me if he did, her clothes didn’t mingle with his. Only dress shirts and suits lined his closet.
“ Jade?” Lailah called.
Oops! I glanced back toward the office. A low rumble of voices filtered through the doorway, and I prayed they hadn’t heard Lailah. Fearing someone might investigate, I scooted into the kitchen.
“ It’s about time. What were you doing?” She set a bowl of clear liquid on the table.
I bit my lip, trying to turn my thoughts off.
It didn’t work. Lailah started to laugh. “I know, right? His bedroom is unbelievable.”
“ Umm…”
“ With that décor, he’s going to have a hard time convincing a potential date he isn’t already attached.”
No man I’d ever known would intentionally choose lilac. A woman most definitely had done his decorating. Maybe he does have a girlfriend .
“ He doesn’t,” Lailah said, taking the thought from my mind.
“ Stop that.” I sat at the table. “What do you need me to do?”
Her face turned from curious and playful to dark and brooding. “Since the memory charm is for me, I can’t invoke it myself. It might backfire. All you need to do is repeat the incantation and infuse the potion with a drop of your blood.”
“ Blood?” I stood abruptly, knocking my chair over in the process. “No way. I’m not performing blood magic.”
Her exasperation filled the kitchen, making me want to retreat through the back door.
She sighed. “You’re not going to leave. I have answers you want. Just invoke the charm so we can get on with this.”
“ Stop reading my mind,” I demanded. “I don’t read yours.”
She raised an eyebrow.
Okay, so I did sometimes. But she wasn’t making any effort to stay out of my head.
“ I can’t help it. You keep projecting,” Lailah said.
“ Ugh! Is there any other way to retrieve your memory without involving my blood?”
“ No,” she said quietly. “None that I’m aware of.” Her entire demeanor changed to one of a frightened woman in need of help. Desperation clung to her aura. “Please, Jade. I need to recover my memories. I can’t go through this again.”
Cripes. This was becoming a habit for her.
Last week, while Lailah was assigned to save Dan’s soul, the demon Meri used the connection to form a tie with Lailah. Meri had then gone on to compel Lailah to poison Bea and seduce an unwilling Kane. A side effect of the compulsion was memory loss. Lailah had no recollection of any of her evil doings. Being faced with more forgotten hours must have scared the hell out of her.
She eyed me. “Now will you do the blood spell?”
My resistance cracked. Even though a shiver crawled up my spine, I shrugged. “Yeah, okay.” I slid into the heavy wooden chair and dragged the bowl in front of me.
Lailah handed me a thick white candle. “Declare your intentions before you light it.”
“ I know.” Since Lailah was an angel, her magic allowed her to wield spells without following all the ritual steps. I couldn’t.
Well, technically I could, but the results were usually