Eve POV
"Early morning. Or tomorrow night," I said smoothly, though the truth was sooner rather than later. He nodded as if that satisfied him.
"What effect will it have?" he asked, curiosity threaded through that velvet voice.
I let a small, wicked grin tug at my mouth. The image of the spell working made my pulse stutter with a delicious friction. Revenge had a taste, and it was intoxicating even in imagination.
"Let's say the wolves won't be shifting anytime soon," I said, keeping my tone light, letting just enough venom slip through so he knew I meant business. "I'm planning to make their shifting the most unbearable thing they've ever felt. It will get worse with every shift."
He arched an eyebrow. "And the witches and wizards?"
