Sinful Mates 1-3 novel Chapter 92

　　Imogen’s POV

　　I knew the as soon as I drove down toward the house something was wrong; the lights flickering inside the house were a dead giveaway. Pulling up out the front, Theo had hold of Thaddeus, who was looking over Theo’s shoulder at the car. Tobias was standing next to the power box, scratching his head, confused. Getting out of the car, I hid my amusement.

　　“What are you doing?” I asked, hopping out of the car. Theo was watching Tobias, and I could hear him flicking off the switches in the power box.

　　“Either we have an electrical problem, or the house is haunted,” Theo says. I can see Thaddeus’s eyes glowing green, a mischievous grin on his face while he squealed and cackled. His eyes glowing with intelligence far beyond his years. When he sees me, he grasps air, holding out his arms, and I smile at him.

　　“You playing tricks on your daddies?” I whisper, taking him from Theo, who still hadn’t paid attention to what I just said about Thaddeus. Theo walked over and looked at the power box with Tobias. I shook my head and walked up the porch steps.

　　“You can’t go in there Imogen, stay out here. All the power is off, and the lights are still flickering, a fire could start” Tobias called out. I stopped, an amused grin on my face as I cocked my eyebrow at him. “Typical men aye, in one ear and out the other” I tell Thaddeus, who squeals loudly while eating his hand and slobbering all over it.

　　“It’s ghost, it is the only explanation. I knew that oracle was conjuring up bad voodoo,” Theo said, throwing his hands up in the air. I couldn’t help it, I burst out laughing. Snorted even at how ridiculous they were being. Deciding to play along, I turn to walk inside carrying Thaddeus and my grocery bag.

　　“Imogen, did you not hear us the place is possessed” Theo called out.

　　“Oh, I heard you alright, I can’t believe you two are scared of a Casper the Friendly Ghost.”

　　“Hey ghosts are real. I lived in a haunted house once. I’m telling you Imogen Astral has brought some bad mumbo jumbo here” Theo calls out to me. I shake my head.

　　“Did you not pay attention, to anything I said earlier” They both looked at me like I grew two heads. Feeling through the bond, I could tell they had no idea what I was talking about.

　　“There is nothing wrong with the house, your son is doing it, you would know. If you bothered to look at him,” I said.

　　“You expect me to believe a baby is conjuring magic?” Tobias asked.

　　“Yep, he did it earlier but you two, were too busy blaming me for upsetting him and weren’t listening” They both came to the porch looking up at me.

　　“Witches can’t manifest magic, Imogen, till they are of age. He is two months old.”

　　“Correct, he is two months old, I know when my son was born. But he isn’t a normal witch baby, Tobias, he is a tribrid. I also know that he is growing rapidly. What two-month-old is as big as a one-year-old and can sit up and nearly crawl? He is growing faster and beyond his age. The oracle even said she couldn’t predict what his future holds. Well now, we just got a glimpse” They still didn’t believe me, seriously how thick could one be? As if on cue, Thaddeus started giggling, and the lights started flickering faster. That’s when I realised his powers were manifesting from his emotions. He doesn’t even realise what he is doing just can feel the funny feeling of his magic tickling him, well until the darkness around edges touches him like it did earlier.

　　I turn him around in my arms, so they could see for themselves. His eyes glowing fluorescent green, sparkling hypnotic eyes peering back at them. Tobias gasped, unable to believe his eyes. Theo was looking from the house to Thaddeus.

　　“I can’t believe not one of you noticed his eyes” I could feel their shock through the bond.

　　“Well, when shit goes haywire in the house, my first priority was to get him out before the house combusted in flames” Theo retorts. I turn around, walking inside and going to the kitchen.

　　Making a bottle and putting the kettle on “I think it is time some little boy goes to bed. It is way past your bedtime little man” I tell him. Preparing his formula.

　　“So, what do we do?” asks Theo grabbing Thaddeus and holding him at arm’s length. Thaddeus seemed to think it was quite funny.

　　“You’re not scared of him, are you Theo?” I chuckle.

　　“Of course not, but it is a little creepy.”

　　“Not as creepy as his bloodsucking father,” I retort.