“And she likes me. She didn’t want to at first. But she does now.” He grinned.

“She does. But I can understand that very well. I like you too. You’re very charming.”

“So glad you think so. I’m clearly going to have to buy more coffee if we’ll be living together.” He hopped up on a stool to watch her, pleased and smug.

Oh, back to that. “Why do you want to look at the other places?”

“The one here is on a higher floor and has a private elevator. Keycards only. So it’s less access. Safer. And the view will be better. And it’s bigger. A three bedroom. That way you can work from home and we’ll still have a spare room for people to stay if they like. Simon does from time to time, for instance.”

“Well, I’d actually just meant why you wanted to jump to actually renting a new place when we both have apartments already. But I think the point about a bigger place with better views and the safety issue makes sense.”

“I think it’s silly to pretend to take this slow at this point. Don’t you?”

“Have you ever lived with anyone before?”

“Other guys as roommates. Not a woman. I always figured it would happen when I found the right woman. And look. I was right.”

She’d never admit it to him, but his utter self-assuredness was so attractive.

“I’m bitchy. I hate it when you leave beard hairs in my sink. I need space and time when I work. I work a lot. Edwina will stop by to check in because that’s what she does. Nell will be over all the time too. I’ll fill your fridge with goat cheese and salami. I drink coffee all day long and I’m not going to hide my tampons when the dot comes calling.”

He laughed. “Is this supposed to deter me? You think I haven’t ever seen a tampon before? I like Nell and William so her being here won’t bug me. I’ll ignore the goat cheese and remind you occasionally that salami is bad for you and that you drink too much coffee. I want you with me, Meriel. Tampons and coffee habit included.”

He moved her. With just the smallest things, he made her feel desired and understood. Maybe this moving in thing could work. Her current lease was up in a month anyway. They’d sent her a note about signing a new agreement and she hadn’t gotten around to it yet.

“Let me get dressed and we’ll go look at the other place.”

“I’ll watch.”

Chapter 23

MERIEL laid it all out for the governing council. The deaths, the disappearances, the intelligence they’d gathered.

She went item by item and laid it all out carefully. Knowing it was important to give them a sense of just how serious the entire situation was.

“To cap — we’ve got an organized group of Other-hating human separatists working with mages whose numbers also include turned witches. These mages are taking intel the witches give them and then they both manipulate the bigot humans to help them find us and kidnap us. There are incidents all over North America and it’s not hard to imagine the numbers being far higher than we think now because plenty of people just up and leave town. If they were loners, who’d notice that they left and call the cops? And even then, we may not note this as an attack against a witch because that’s not how any of the victims are being classified by the authorities.”

“How many of these people are out there? What’s the threat to us, really?” Sami asked.

It was a fair question. “There’s no real reason to believe they’re a contagion. Most witches don’t turn. Most mages wouldn’t be stupid enough to join with the very humans who’d turn on them if they knew their true nature. This isn’t a DEFCON One sort of situation. Not yet.”

“Weak prey is attractive prey.” Dominic spoke up, looking ever so handsome in a three-piece pinstripe suit that made Meriel want to lick him. Well, to be fair, she just liked to lick him in general. But the suit worked.

“Are you saying we’re prey?” Meriel knew it was Sami who had to be convinced. She came from a very long line of full-council witches. Being very powerful, she had little idea of what it felt like to be attacked or in fear. She believed in Clan Owen and thought any witch who chose to live outside a clan was foolhardy.

She was also intelligent and if Meriel could hit the right notes with her and win her support it would go a long way with others who might be sitting on the fence.

“So what’s your plan then?” Abe asked, cutting through the chatter and urging everyone to stay on track.

“I’ve been working on opening up some diplomatic relations of a sort, with other groups of witches. It is my belief that having guests come here to learn defensive magickal techniques and having our witches go to other clan territories will help bring us all together.”

“We have standards; I don’t see why we should lower them simply to protect witches who’ve rejected what we are.” Sami shrugged.

“I don’t think it lowers our standards to combine forces against an enemy who has been hunting us. I’m not suggesting we break the clan. I’m suggesting we stop pretending other witches don’t exist if they cast bones instead of working spells in other ways. I don’t see how that can do anything but strengthen us.”

“Why should we help anyone outside a clan?”

Meriel looked around the table and then back to Sami. “For me, the answer is very simple. But you’ll have to ask and answer that yourself. We were born with these gifts. We are powerful and united. A clan makes us even stronger. The very land we tread on protects us. This is important. It’s why I don’t fear for our witches the same way I do for others. But I think ignoring our brothers and sisters outside the clans is a repudiation of what we stand for just as certainly as those who mean us harm. And I think it’s a bad idea to let them develop a taste for our magick any more than they have. I’m not willing to accept the constant threat of these mages showing up to harm our people.”

Dominic nodded. “I grew up outside a clan. This isn’t a secret. I’ve learned more about my magick since I’ve been with Meriel than in my entire life before I met her. Meriel didn’t make me join. She shared her knowledge with me and brought me into this clan because of that. I saw the value. I saw the importance of what she was doing. And if you turn your back on outclan witches, you’re only underlining that clans only care for themselves and would coerce instead of seek those new members who join freely. Show them how you are. Open your doors, let them get training, listen to what they might teach you and everyone is safer. It doesn’t degrade what you are to lead. It’s part of why Owen holds so much power. Isn’t it? I think the real question, Sami, is why shouldn’t we help all witches by offering to teach them?”

“If I may speak.” Nell stood, waiting for permission to say anything else.

Edwina granted it.

“Gage just returned from Rhode Island where he was given access to all files about these mages who were caught as well as taught several defensive magicks that would do everything from repel an attack to striking down a foe. We benefit from that already, don’t we? Meriel and her committee have arranged training courses on a monthly basis. Gage has taught me these spells, and yes, one of them includes blood, but it’s the caster’s blood and it’s not mandatory to learn if this is a problem for any witch personally. In turn I’ve already taught my entire staff. They’ll be teachers now.”

Meriel nodded. “We can teach and be taught. We can keep ourselves safe but also offer that safety to others. And if they come to us, that makes us stronger. If they decide to create a clan of their own, this also makes us all stronger. Even if they continue along alone, we’ve made them safer and they’ll remember that.”

Nell smoothly came back into the discussion. “Training of all Owen witches has begun. Gennessee will be sending some of their people as well. I met with Lark this week. She’s already putting a plan in place.”