“Should I know who the Owen/Sullivan coven is?” she asked, painting her toenails to match her eyes. Quin finished tying the white, satin belt of her bright yellow dress. Then he summoned her chrome tourmaline jewelry. Magically lifting her hair, he fastened the necklace. Then he dropped her curls and picked up her hand, kissing her palm while wrapping the bracelet around her wrist. Once his task was complete, he took a step back and ran his gaze from her head to her toes. “Perfect,” he praised. “Like sunshine and lemonade.” She smiled and pulled him closer, kissing the skin over his heart. “Thank you.” “Mmm... thank you. The pleasure is all mine.” “Nope. You don't get all the pleasure. Sorry.” He laughed as he raised her knee-length skirt to her thighs. Then he picked her up and wrapped her legs around his waist. “To answer your question, no, I guess you don't know who the Owen/Sullivan coven is, but you know a few of their members.” “Who?” “Nevyn, Brynton, Caitlyn and Maeveen.
