Enchanter Redeemed. Sharon Ashwood

looked away. “I’m putting everyone in danger.”

      “The danger won’t vanish with a change in location. You’ll just take it somewhere else.”

      Clary heaved a breath. “Vivian wants revenge on you, and she threatened Tamsin so I would cooperate. We’re dealing with more than a slight touch of possession.” There, she’d said it. She watched Merlin’s face for a reaction.

      To her disappointment, he just shrugged, hard to read as ever. “That’s Vivian.”

      “I’m serious.”

      “I know.” For an instant, his composure slipped and she saw lines of tension bracket his mouth. “I suspected as much about halfway through the show at Medievaland. Not even demons are typically that skilled at conjuring, but she is.”

      “Why didn’t you say something?” Her tone grew sharp.

      He tossed back the rest of the wheat grass, making a face as he swallowed. “What would Vivian have done if I’d confronted her?”

      Clary swallowed, not liking the truth. “She’d have lashed out.”

      “And that would not have ended well for anybody, especially you.”

      Clary buried her face in her hands. Of course Merlin had figured it out. He’d just kept his cards hidden from his ex-lover. She hated him for it, but knew her life depended on his skills. “Vivian will come back, you know.”