Free A Bevin Hero [The O'Hagan Way 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour ManLove) by Joyee Flynn Page B

and then nodded as if figuring out how to explain what she was going to say. “You need to think of witches more like humans with a gift or affinity for the mystical. They chant and brew potions to gain power. Use celestial events and draw on energy from Mother Earth as I’ve heard them call your planet.”
    “Right, I’ve known witches,” Elena agreed. “I had a candle blessed by a spell from one that drew on the power of water provided by Mother Earth. But that’s not how the fae are. You weren’t even on Earth.”
    “Exactly,” the Queen agreed. “You can’t separate our magic. It’s just who we are. Sure I might chant to focus powerful magic or cook up a potion or spell if it’s specific, but I don’t draw power from somewhere else to make it work. The power is me. I’m my own energy source. It’s like trying to separate Rylan from his margay. You can’t. They’re one in the same. The only way to incapacitate my power is to kill me.”
    “Okay so we don’t have to worry about their witches at least because that’s not happening,” Rylan said firmly. “You’re way too hard-core to let some bitches brewing toads’ feet get near you or hurt you.”
    “Thank you, my dear.” She gave him a nod, biting back a smirk.
    “Jon was worried Osvaldo Diaz would actually accept him into the demons’ ranks and not just kill him when he got to their location,” Bevin continued. He quickly explained what else Dubois had said about the demon’s son being killed and the growth of the army and a spot for Jon to be a general.
    “Wow. That’s just, wow,” Ronan whispered with a whistle. I couldn’t agree more. “They talk about kidnapping and murder the way we talk about planting fields. What a bunch of arse weeds.”
    Bev chuckled at that. “When they hung up, Jon was bitching to himself as he headed back to the warrior compound. He said it was really easy for them to judge him for bailing on his post here gathering information when they’re sitting pretty in Paris and Bilbao, Spain. We know Dubois is in Paris so that leaves Osvaldo in Spain.”
    The last words were barely out of his mouth when a litany of cuss words started about twenty feet away… In Spanish.
    “Cyrus, talk to me,” Damian said gently. “What’s in Bilbao?”
    “I know where they are,” his mate answered before storming out of the room.
    “Poor Cyrus,” Bev whispered. “It’s hard being the son of the enemy. At least he got to grow up thinking that his family was dead. I wasn’t that lucky. I just got to be the freak and fucked-up one because I was the only moral one in my family.”
    “What are ya talking about, me heart?” I asked quietly.
    “I come from evil,” he mumbled before a soft snore escaped his lips.
    “Damnit,” the Queen swore and pulled the compress off his forehead. “I didn’t mean to knock him out. Just clear his head. I left it on too long. I’m sorry. I’ve never worked with this sort of affliction.”
    “Thank ya for what ya did for him,” Ronan said as we both knelt on either side of our mate. “He could use the rest. It’s for the best.”
    “That’s kind of you to say.” She leaned in and kissed Ronan’s cheek.
    I looked at Rylan. “What did Bevin mean? What happened to his family?”
    “It’s not my story to tell,” Rylan answered, shaking his head.
    “Please?” I pleaded, glancing at our mate. “He’s been through so much already. He doesn’t need the heartache of telling us something hurtful. At least tell us if they’re still a threat to him.”
    “No, no, they’re dead,” Rylan whispered sadly as he pushed Bevin’s hair off his forehead. “He killed them to save me. Bevin killed his own family in service of the royal family but even more than that because he’s that loyal and my friend.”
    “Me god,” Ronan gasped in horror. I felt it flow through me as me own did. “Why did they want ya dead?”
    “They were kidnapping and selling margays to humans who knew