BELLA SAT ACROSS THE table from Brita, looking angrier than he’d ever seen her. As long as Percy had known her, the generally good natured Wiccan had been slow to anger and quick to shrug it off when it happened. But something Brita had done had seriously twisted her mood.
He bit back a sigh. As reluctant as he was to encourage more drama, he figured they’d better lance the wound so it could start to heal. “What’s wrong, Bella?”
Brita glanced toward the other woman and quickly away. “Look, I’m sorry, Bella.”
The pretty gypsy continued to stare daggers at Brita.
“I panicked,” Brita offered with a slight frown.
“You used my baby to plan your escape.”
Ahhh Mama Bear is in da house.
“I said I was sorry.”
“You didn’t really even care about holding her did you? You just wanted to get you
