MagicalMistakes by Victoria Davies Page A

hung well past her waist. Silver eyes widened when she saw the man waiting
for her.
    Mikayla thought she looked more like a fairy princess than a
demon. She was small and petite. The kind of delicate creature men loved to
protect. The formal blue dress she wore hugged her perfect body, accentuating
her soft curves.
    Alina was beautiful, composed and worst of all, his kind.
One thing Mikayla could never be.
    Mikayla leaned against the wall as she watched her lover
move toward the angelic woman as if in a trance.
    “Alina.” He breathed her name like a prayer.
    A smile curved Alina’s red lips as she raised a trembling
hand to Ciar.
    Mikayla looked away as he pulled the foreign woman into his
arms, crushing her to him in a tight embrace.
    “What are you doing here?” Ciar asked, burying his face in
her jet-black hair.
    “The witches found me,” she replied in a soft, lyrical
voice. “They said you needed me. How could I stay away when you were in
trouble?”
    Ciar stiffened in her arms and stepped back, his gaze
swinging to Mikayla’s as she stood at the end of the hall.
    “Go,” Tamsyn whispered in her ear, pushing her forward.
    Mikayla took a step forward, gliding toward the kitchen.
What happened if she stepped into the room and Ciar reverted to his dog form?
How would she survive the knowledge he no longer wanted her now that this new
woman was here?
    Taking a deep breath, she stepped across the threshold.
    Ciar didn’t change. He kept staring at her with eyes filled
with questions. Mikayla released a shuddering breath of relief.
    “Why did you bring Alina here?” he demanded.
    “We thought she might be able to help us with the spell.
Alina, welcome to our home.”
    The woman regarded her with sharp eyes. “Thank you,” she
said. “I am more than willing to help.”
    “Let me show you to the guest bedroom. I’m sure you two have
a lot of catching up to do.”
    Alina looked up at the demon by her side and smiled. “Yes, I
believe we have.”
    “Wait,” Ciar said. “First I want to know why—”
    “Alina, right this way,” Wyn said, striding into the
kitchen.
    With a “poof”, Ciar was back to his poodle form, growling
and snarling at their feet.
    “Oh my,” Alina said, crouching down to see the dog. “He’s rather
cute this way.”
    Mikayla gritted her teeth as Alina cuddled Ciar into her
arms before straightening. “Lead the way, Wyn,” Alina said to her, hugging
Ciar.
    Mikayla watched her sister lead them from the room. She
didn’t want to think about what they would do in the privacy of the guestroom.
    Tamsyn walked into the kitchen, watching Mikayla with
too-perceptive eyes.
    “Did we act too soon?” she asked, resting a hand on
Mikayla’s shoulder. “We shouldn’t have found her yet.”
    “How did you?” Mikayla whispered.
    “Derric,” Tamsyn said. “You know, the vampire who owns the
Black Cat? He always seems to know everything about everyone. Turns out he
knows a great deal about Ciar’s past. I don’t know why Ciar and Alina broke off
their relationship or why he came here, but they were betrothed for years.”
    Mikayla nodded, taking in the new information. “Then they
probably loved each other,” she said. “Which means it may not take long for old
feelings to resurface. Ciar might be free of the spell sooner than we thought.”
    “Kay,” Tamsyn started before puffing her bangs from her eyes
as she did when agitated. “I think Ciar is a bad idea. You know that. But you
care about him, so for a second I’ll try to play the supportive sister. Did you
ever consider maybe you are the right woman to break this spell? There
must have been a reason you wove this magic.”
    Looking toward the empty hall Ciar had disappeared down,
Mikayla said, “Looks like we’re going to find out. One way or another.”
    * * * * *
    “You don’t belong here,” Ciar said.
    Ciar watched Alina pace the length of the guest bedroom
they’d ensconced themselves in. Away from the prying