Chapter Ten

The next night at the coven party, even members who wanted to ignore her accepted Lisette once they saw her wearing the Pentacle of Power.

“We lost the ability to shift seventy-five years ago.” Michael clasped her against him. “They’re excited. We’re about to gift them with the ability to use their spirit animals.”

“Have you heard anything about Isaiah?”

“Desmond hasn’t spotted him. But we want to find him soon and release him from Artemis Shade’s spell.”

“You never told me about Desmond. If Artemis is a demon and Isaiah is Marie’s descendent, what’s Desmond?” Lisette asked.

Michael’s laugh rumbled in his chest.

“Tell me!” she insisted.

“Think about Desmond. What he’s like. Now imagine a being known to be exactly the opposite. What comes to mind?” Michael teased.

“Uh devilish. Opposite…an angel. An angel? You’re kidding.” The laughter bubbled up within her. “That’s choice.”

“Now let’s dance, cher.” Michael swept her to the dance floor, and while they danced, he hummed softly in her ear.

The timbre of his voice sent heat soaring through her, and especially now, after the marathon love fest last night. The words he murmured to the tune didn’t match the lyrics, and he inserted her name. “Marry me. I’ve always loved you, Lisette.”

Had she heard him correctly? Or was this new, light hearted Michael teasing her?

She paused to look into his face. “Those aren’t the words.” She frowned at him.

He grinned. “Sure they are. Listen...” and he sang it again his way with the refrain. “Well, what do you say?”

“Yes, Michael, yes. Now when do we get to shift?”

“Tomorrow night, cher. Patience.” They danced on, and he kissed her to seal the deal.

What should have been a sad song, would never be to her. To Lisette, it represented the instant when their two hearts were finally bound for eternity.