Mary never believed the rumors about her mother being a witch, but when a mirror inexplicably connects her to her twin brother Michael, stationed half a world away on a WWI battlefield, she reconsiders. To protect him from a battle he has reason to believe will be his last, Mary sets out to uncover any magic left on her isolated farm.
The incubus Cairn wakes from centuries of banishment to a cramped basement and a sensual, albeit surprised, woman. Perhaps she didn’t intend to summon him, but since she did, perhaps he could help… for a price.
“You have good instincts,” he said, taking the pillow from her, and Mary felt a disproportionate amount of pride at the words. What did she care what this stranger, this demon, thought of her instincts? Really, she chastised herself, you ought to be insulted.
Oh, he was talking. He was talking and she’d been so busy arguing with herself she hadn’t heard a word he’d said.
“I said,” his voice reminded her of black velvet, soft and rich. “This will work perfectly. Now I need you to… join me.”
“What? I don’t know what kind of—”
He held his arms up, palms out, as if fending off an attack. “You are asking me to cast a powerful spell on a target far away. My powers are weak from centuries of banishment and disuse. I need to recover them.”
“Well, that’s very well and good,” Mary blurted, “but I don’t see—”
“I am an incubus,” he interrupted.
And suddenly she did see. She saw very clearly.
“You want me to have sex with you, or you won’t save my brother.”
“Or I cannot save your brother,” the incubus corrected.