Free Edge of Moonlight by Stephanie Julian Page B

paused to bite her lip. The man read facial expressions like some people read a book. He’d probably know exactly what she was thinking, how she was feeling if he’d been looking.
    But right now he had a laser’s focus on Amity.
    “A group of women.” He paused and she swore she could see his brain cycling through information.
    “Yes,” Amity said. “And yes again to exactly what you’re thinking.” His chin rose the tiniest bit. “Witches. You want me to take my sister to see witches.”
    “If that’s how you want to classify them, then yes, that’s exactly what I’m suggesting.”
    The only outward sign he gave about his thoughts was the tightening of his mouth.
    She thought for sure he’d start to laugh and tell Amity she was crazy.
    That they were both crazy and they should get the hell out of his apartment and out of his life.
    Maybe she should go now. Get the hell out of here while the getting was good. He wouldn’t want her around. While he might believe she hadn’t caused Evie’s meltdown—at least, not on purpose—she still couldn’t believe he’d want her near his sister.
    Not after what he’d seen she could do. And that was just the tip of a very large iceberg.
    If she ever regained her ability to shift…
    “And you think these…women will be able to help Evie?”
    She blinked in shock. She couldn’t believe he was actually considering Amity’s plan.
    “Yes,” the goddess answered solemnly. “I do.”
    “Will you go with us?”
    Her gaze snapped back to John’s when she realized he’d directed that question to her.
    “What? Why?”
    His expression told her nothing and shock at his request made her blink at him stupidly.
    “Because I trust you to tell me what’s going on.”
    He trusted her. Why the hell did this man trust her?
    And, Blessed Mother Goddess, she wanted him to be able to. But if his memories were restored, he’d hate her.
    Yeah, but until then, you can be with him.
    And she absolutely hated how much she wanted just that.
    “Fine.” She nodded, trying to keep her expression clear. “I can do that.”
    “Then I suggest we don’t waste any time,” Amity said. “Kaine, please call Nica and tell her to expect us.”
    Even though she’d been expecting it, Kaine had to cover a wince. Nica was Tira’s best friend. As soon as Nica realized what was going on, she’d be on the phone to Tira.
    And Nic and Duke would be on their way to Nica’s.
    “I’ll do it right now.”
    Five minutes later, Nica had sleepily agreed to be waiting for their arrival. In the background, Kaine had heard Tanner and Jensen questioning Nica just as she was hanging up.
    She liked the Miller brothers, she thought as she tucked her phone back in her pocket. Even though they were eteri .
    They’d fit into life among the Etruscans as if they’d always known about the existence of streghe and magic. And lucani .
    Sure, they’d been freaked the first time they’d seen her shift in front of them. She’d actually been their first.
    But once they got over that “Holy shit” moment, they’d been cool. Curious and fascinated, but cool.
    They hadn’t recoiled from her, hadn’t hesitated to run a hand over her pelt.
    John had wanted the streghe to wipe all memory of the lucani and magic from his and Evie’s minds.
    And now the streghe would probably have to release their memories and he’d once again know what she really was.
    He’d know he slept with a monster.
    “Are you okay?”
    Amity’s soft question just to her left drew Kaine’s attention out of her thoughts.
    Could she lie to a goddess?
    Probably not a good thing to do.
    So she turned, not bothering with a smile. “I will be.” She had to believe that.
    Amity nodded, though she didn’t have a smile either. “I do understand your fear, Kaine. But your John is strong.”
    Your John.
    Kaine checked to make sure he was in the bedroom putting together a bag for him and Evie. “He’s not mine, Lady.”
    Now Amity did smile as