Midnight Pleasures (Wild Wulfs of London #0)
Page 20V'Aidan woke up to a piercing screech that felt as if it would shatter his eardrums.
He groaned at the awful sound as Erin stirred on top of him.
"What is that?" he asked.
"My alarm clock," she said, rising from him to rush to her bedroom.
It wasn't until her return that they both realized what had happened.
Nothing.
"Did you have any dreams?" he asked.
She shook her head. "You?"
"No," he said, smiling.
"Do you think..."
His smile faded. "No. They can find us. Sooner or later, they will."
Erin closed her eyes and cursed the thought of it. "Maybe they won't bother." She saw the doubt in V'Aidan's eyes.
Wanting to cheer his dour mood, she pulled him up by his arm. "C'mon. Let's take a shower and then I'll call in sick to work."
"You can't. What if you get fired?"
She shrugged. "I'll find another job."
He shook his head at her. "You are amazing."
She smiled at him.
Erin called into work only to be reminded of the marketing report that had been due on Friday, which she had forgotten to drop off.
"The meeting is at noon," John told her.
"Okay, I'm on my way up there with it."
"Is something wrong?" V'Aidan asked as she hung up the phone.
She shook her head. "I just have to take something to the office. Want to come with me?"
"Sure."
They didn't speak much as she drove across town. V'Aidan held her hand the entire time and Erin had to admit she liked the strength of his hand wrapped around hers.
Once they reached her building, Erin led V'Aidan into the maze where her cubicle was. He watched the hustle and bustle of corporate life with a dispassionate stare.
Erin went to John's office, only to find it empty.
With V'Aidan directly behind her, she dropped the report in John's in-box, then turned to leave.
Chrissy stood in the doorway with Rick Sword behind her. The two of them stepped into the office and closed the door.
Erin heard V'Aidan curse.
What the devil was going on?
"What are you doing here?" V'Aidan asked, his voice laced with anger.
"Waiting for you." Chrissy stepped around them and pulled the blinds closed. "You won't dare fight us in her workplace, will you, V'Aidan? All we have to do is make ourselves invisible to the humans and they won't see or hear anything but her. And her they'll lock up in an asylum as soon as we're gone."
Erin still didn't understand what was going on. But she had a sick feeling that she had been duped from the very beginning by all of this.
If V'Aidan could be real, then so could they.
"What is this?" Erin demanded.
Chrissy's eyes flashed to yellow and it was then Erin knew the truth.
Chrissy was the she-snake from her nightmares.
"Stay out of it, human," Rick said. "We will deal with you after we finish with him."
V'Aidan pulled Erin behind him.
"How very sweet." Chrissy's tone was mocking. "One would think you were Oneroi they way you coddle her."
"He is Oneroi," Erin shot back, her entire body shaking from panic. How could she and V'Aidan fight them here? Like this?
Rick laughed at her words. "Is that the lie you told her?"
V'Aidan held his breath. He didn't want her to find out like this. "Erin, I..." His words faltered as he turned to see the confused look on her face.
He didn't want to tell her the truth. He didn't want to be what he was anymore. She had shown him something better and he didn't want to go back to the way he'd been.
"What does she mean?" Erin asked.
"He's your dragon," Krysti'Ana said mercilessly. "The thing I fought the first night we met in your dreams."
"No." Erin shook her head. "It's a lie. V'Aidan, tell me it's a lie."
He wanted to, but he couldn't. He'd lied so many times that it shouldn't have mattered to him. Yet it did.
"I'm a Skotos, Erin."
Her eyes filled with tears. "It was you! You who made me so terrified I couldn't sleep? You who chased me and... and..." She couldn't even begin to recount the torture he had put her through during those first few weeks. She had thought she was losing her mind. "Why did you trick me into thinking you were Oneroi? Was it just so you could feed from me?"
"At first, I only wanted to get you away from Krysti'Ana. I knew you wouldn't go with the dragon, so I appeared to you as a man. And then later..." His voice trailed off as his eyes went dead.
"You lied to me."
"I know."
She backed away from him. The agony in her eyes sliced him.
V'Aidan clenched his teeth as grief washed over him. "I needed you, Erin. And I didn't know how else to keep you with me." He reached for her.
She cringed and the gesture tore through him. She no longer wanted his touch.
Like all the others, she, too, rejected him.
The hurt betrayal on her face made him feel lower than any of the insults the others had ever dealt him.
"I should have known," she whispered, "someone like you pretended to be could never really want someone like me."
V'Aidan winced at the pain in her voice. "Erin, don't say that. You are the most wonderful person who has ever been born."
"Is that another of your lies?"
V'Aidan closed his eyes. There was nothing he could say to make this right. He'd been wrong from the very beginning.
All he could do now was make sure no other of his kind hurt her.
"M'Ordant!" he called, summoning his brother to him.
The Oneroi appeared between Krysti'Ana and Rec'Sord.
V'Aidan took a deep breath. "I will go with them peacefully if you will keep them from her."
"It is my job, is it not?"
V'Aidan nodded. It was the job of the Oneroi to help. It was the job of the Skotos to use and destroy.
He turned to look at Erin, but she refused to meet his gaze. Judging by the tears she fought, he would say he'd done his job very well this time.
His last view of her was when M'Ordant wrapped his arm around her the way he yearned to.
Krysti'Ana and Rec'Sord grabbed him to take him home.
"I'm sorry, Erin," V'Aidan whispered as they shimmered from her realm into his. "I'm so very sorry."
Erin didn't move. She knew V'Aidan was gone. She'd heard the sincerity of his apology as he vanished. But inside she was all raw emotions. Raw betrayal. She kept seeing the horrible dragon in the cave. Feeling the scaly talons on her.
How could that be the same man who had made love to her? The same man who had made her love him?
The betrayal of it lacerated her heart. Why? Why had he made her believe in him?
"I don't understand any of this," she said to M'Ordant.
"Sh," he said, brushing her hair back from her face. "Krysti'Ana and Rec'Sord wanted you for their own, but V'Aidan got to you first. When she found out he'd beat her to you, she was livid."
"But how did he find me?"
"Something in your subconscious called out to him. He was only supposed to give you a single nightmare and move on, but he didn't."
"When she couldn't take you from him, she called in her mate, Rec'Sord. I was alerted shortly thereafter to protect you. I told V'Aidan to leave you. He refused."
Her head swam from M'Ordant's information and from the pain and hurt inside her. "Why did he refuse to leave me?"
"I don't know. I guess it's just what he is. The Skoti suck the hopes and dreams out of others. I suppose he got a kick out of playing the hero with you. Building you up so he could hurt you more."
Erin felt so foolish. So betrayed. How could she have been so blind?
The eyes, she thought with a start. She should have realized the eyes were the same color.
Was she really that desperate for a hero that she would accept a demon in disguise?
Suddenly, she felt ill.
Heartbroken, she headed home, wanting to forget she had ever heard of V'Aidan.
Erin sat alone for the rest of the day, thinking, remembering.
"You should be a writer." V'Aidan's kind voice echoed through her head.
It wasn't the demon she remembered as she sat on her couch, clutching a pillow to her middle; it was the man. And as she sat alone in her apartment, she realized she would never again see him.
Never be able to share her day or her thoughts.
Most of all, she couldn't tell him her dreams. V'Aidan might have started off by feeding from her, but in the end he had given her so much more.
He had been her friend as much as he had been her lover.
The loss tore through her.
But what could she do? He was back in his world and she was in hers. It was over.
There was nothing left.
In the end, the Skotos had won after all. V'Aidan had drained all her happiness, all her hopes, all her dreams. What was left was an aching, empty shell that wanted nothing more of this world or the other.
As the days went by, the pain of betrayal began to lessen and Erin remembered more of her dreams.
The more she remembered, the more she wanted to see V'Aidan one last time. Could she have been so stupid as to let him completely fool her?
She didn't think so.
V'Aidan wasn't that cruel. She'd seen things in him that defied what she knew him to be. His words came back to her. Words of protection. He had taught her to release her creativity to keep the Skoti away.
And there at the end...
"I will go with them peacefully if you will keep them from her."
No, those weren't the words of a monster. Those were the words of a man who cared more for her safety than for his own. Such a man, regardless of what M'Ordant had told her, was not all evil.
Desperate, Erin went to sleep, trying to find V'Aidan again. It didn't work.
Erin woke up in the middle of the night, terrified. Where was V'Aidan and why wouldn't he come to her?
For more than a week she tried everything she could think of to reach V'Aidan. Nothing worked. And as every day passed, she hurt more.
There had to be some way to contact him.
Discouraged and heartbroken, Erin sat at her desk, dazed. She'd barely slept in days and she was so weary.
"V'Aidan," she whispered. "Why won't you talk to me?"
"Erin," John said from his doorway. "In my office. Now."
By the tone of his voice she figured she was in serious trouble. No doubt he was going to fire her for missing so much work.
What did she care anyway? At this point, she was only going through the motions of life. Nothing was important to her now. She'd lost the only thing that gave her life meaning. The only one who had ever believed in her.
Soul-sick, she got up and walked the short distance to John's office.
"Close the door. Sit down."
She did as he commanded.
He sat there for several minutes, sipping his coffee, reading his E-mail.
She wondered if he had forgotten her. Then he turned, pulled his glasses down the bridge of his nose, and stared at her. "It's awful, isn't it?"
"What?"
"Loving an immortal."
Erin had a sudden urge to clean out her ear. "Excuse me?"
"Oh, come on, don't play innocent with me. Why do you think Chrissy was working here?" He pointed to the dolphin tattoo on his left forearm. "I'm an oracle for the Greek gods. Which is why I'm so damned tired and cranky all the time. They have the most annoying habit of bursting in when you least expect it." He sighed disgustedly. "The least they could do is pay me, but oh no, I was lucky enough to be born into this. And benefits..." He snorted. "No sleep, no pay, no peace. Got to love it."
She disregarded his tirade. "So, you're like the Oracle of Delphi? I thought they were all women."
"Those particular oracles are, but not all of us are female. Obviously. We are merely human channels to the various gods."
Totally baffled, she stared at him, wondering if maybe this was a dream, too, or if the Big Guy had lost his mind. Something wasn't right, at any rate.
"Okay, so you're an oracle. Want to tell me why you hired Chrissy if you knew she was a dream-sucking monster?"
He shrugged. "She is a god and I have no choice except to serve her. She wanted a chance to scope out human targets. I merely provided her a safe cover."
"You sold me out?"
"No," he said, his stern look turning gentle. "They weren't supposed to drain you the way V'Aidan did. Trust me. What he did was wrong. And you can rest assured he is being adequately punished for it."
Her heart stopped at the forbidding note in his voice. "Punished how?"
"What do you care?" he asked, pushing the glasses back up on his nose. "You're rid of him. Right? No more Skoti in your dreams. You have your life back to yourself."
"I want to know." No, she needed to know what had happened to him.
John took a drink of coffee. "Why, they sent him to Tartarus, of course."
Erin didn't understand the term, and at the moment she wished she'd paid more attention in school. "Is that like jail?"
"Oh, no, hon. It's hell. They killed him the minute they took him back to his realm."
Erin couldn't breathe as tears welled up in her eyes. The weight in her chest was excruciating. It wasn't true. It couldn't be true. "They killed him?"
"Didn't you know?" he asked simply. "Didn't he tell you what they were going to do to him? V'Aidan was never one who played by the rules. He'd already been banned centuries ago from taking human form and banished from this realm."
"Why?"
"Because he would pretend to be human. Skoti are not supposed to have any creativity of their own. They're not supposed to want love. Not supposed to want anything except a single night of dream surfing, hopping from one person to the next. He'd behaved for centuries, until he found you. Even after they stripped all his skin from his immortal body, he couldn't stay away from you."
John sighed. "Hypnos had already banned his transformation powers, so he decided there was nothing more to be done with him. Since V'Aidan wouldn't obey him, they sent him to Tartarus for the rest of eternity."
"But he didn't hurt me. Not really."
"Didn't he? You look awful from here. Like you've been crying for months. And I swear you've lost at least ten pounds since all this started."
"That's not his fault."
"No?"
"No. I don't want him to suffer because of me."
His gaze searching hers, John pulled an envelope out of his desk drawer and handed it to her.
"What's this?"
"Open it."
Frowning, Erin did as he said and saw the three pictures of her and V'Aidan at the carnival. Her hand shook as grief and agony swirled in her heart. "Where did you get these?"
"M'Ordant sent them to you. He thought you might like them as a souvenir."
She stared at V'Aidan's handsome face. At the love in his eyes.
"I have to see him," she insisted.
John shook his head and sighed again. "Well, I'm afraid it's too late now."
"It can't be. Please. I need to see him again. Please, tell me there's some way I can reach him.
John narrowed an intense gaze on her. "That depends on whether or not you really love him."
Erin still couldn't believe what she was doing. She'd allowed John to teleport her into the Underworld, where he'd told her M'Ordant would be waiting to guide her to V'Aidan.
Not that she really believed in the Underworld, but at this point...
"Yes."
Nodding, he led her through a deep, dark cavern that reminded her much of the one V'Aidan had used to torment her. They walked for what seemed like miles before they came to a small cave.
A light was shining inside and she could hear a man's voice speaking. "You're thinking of her again, aren't you?"
She looked inside and saw the once-proud dragon lying weakly on the floor with his back to her. Someone had chained his neck to a large boulder. His shoulders were slumped, his wings lying broken and useless on the earthen floor. His reddish skin had an ashen, dehydrated look and every inch of his body was covered with bleeding welts.
Erin swallowed at the sight. Could that monster really be the man she loved?
"What's her name?" the man asked. "Elise? Erika?"
"Erin," the dragon rasped, his voice both familiar and yet foreign to her. "Her name is Erin."
"Ah, yes, Erin." The man shook his head. "Tell me what kind of worthless fool gives up immortality for a woman? Especially a woman who threw him so quickly to his death?"
"She was worth it."
"Was she? M'Ordant told me she was dreaming of a man last night. Some golden-haired type. Got to figure that if she's dreaming of someone so soon, she's probably already got him picked out and is ready to sleep with him. Bet she's giving him the high hard one even as we speak."
The dragon let out an anguished cry that tore through her.
The man didn't seem to care. He dumped food and water into two containers and moved them away from the dragon. "You'd better hurry. I don't think you've made it yet before your food evaporated." Then he vanished.
Erin watched as the dragon struggled to reach the food and water. His wounds bled anew as he limped, straining against the boulder that would only barely budge. He held one to his heart, and when she saw what it clutched, her own heart splintered apart in pain.
It was that stupid wreath of wildflowers she'd made.
V'Aidan collapsed just before the water, his claw reaching out desperately for it.
Tears streaming down her face, Erin ran to where he lay. She grabbed the water, noting half of it was already gone, and as she touched the container, she knew why. It was red-hot. It burned her hands, but she didn't care.
V'Aidan needed the water.
Kneeling down, she helped him sit up enough so he could drink.
V'Aidan gasped at the liquid as it soothed his parched throat. His eyes were so swollen from his beatings that he couldn't see who helped him. All he knew was that at last he had a moment of peace from his burning thirst.
"Thank you," he breathed, laying his head back down.
"You're welcome."
He froze at the voice that had stayed with him all these weeks. The voice that both soothed and tortured him.
It was then he felt her gentle touch against his scaly flesh.
Erin cried over what they'd done to him. She ran her hand along his rocky flesh, unable to believe they had reduced him to such a state.
He tried to push himself away from her. "Go. I don't want you to see me in this hideous form."
She laid her cheek against his and held him close. She now understood what he'd meant that night at the carnival. "I don't care what you look like, V'Aidan. I love you as you are."
Those words tore through him. "You're not real," he said, his voice ragged. "My precious Erin can't love a monster. No one can. She is goodness and light, and I... I am nothing."
He looked up and roared at the ceiling, "Damn you. Hades! How dare you mock me like this, you bastard! Isn't it enough for you that I ache every minute of every hour for her? Just leave me to suffer in peace."
Erin refused to let go of him. "It's not an illusion, V'Aidan. I want us to go home. Together."
Tears welled in his swollen eyes, stinging them unmercifully. It was a cruel lie. He'd never had a home. Never had love.
He pulled against the chain that choked him, wishing for one moment that he could be with Erin again in her dreams. It had been the only time in eternity he had ever known happiness. "I am damned here, Erin. I have no powers. Nothing to offer you at all. You must go. If you stay here too long, they won't let you leave."
Erin looked around his cold, dark prison that smelled and slithered. She'd never seen a more inhospitable place. Her worst fear had been being stuck in this cave with the dragon.
But if that was what it took to have V'Aidan, then she was willing to do it. "I'm not going to leave you again."
He lifted his head and she could tell he was trying to see her. "What are you saying?"
"I'm saying that if you can't go home with me, then I will stay here with you. Forever."
V'Aidan gaped at her. "You don't know what you're doing." He pushed at her with his talon. "Go!"
She didn't move. "I will not leave you."
He gathered her into his arms and held her close. "If you really love me, Erin, you won't stay. I could never stand the thought of knowing you were here because of me. Please, love, please go and never look back."
Erin sat in indecision, holding his talon in her hand. How could she leave him here, like this, knowing no one else would help him? Comfort him?
M'Ordant moved forward and pulled her away from V'Aidan, then walked her to the opening, where he kept her still.
For several minutes, V'Aidan didn't move at all. Then he lifted his head and tried to look around.
"Erin?" he asked quietly. "Are you still here?"
M'Ordant motioned for her silence. "She's gone now."
V'Aidan's lip quivered with sadness. "You sent her home?"
"Yes."
"Thank you." He lay down as if all his strength had been stripped from him.
"Tell me," M'Ordant said. "Why didn't you want her to stay with you?"
"You wouldn't understand."
"Understand what?"
"Love."
M'Ordant snorted. "What does a Skotos know of love?"
"Absolutely nothing..." He took a deep breath. "And everything. I couldn't ask her to stay here when I know how much this place scares her."
"But you wanted her to stay?"
V'Aidan nodded weakly. "More than I want my freedom. Now, leave me, brother."
Erin wiped the tears from her face as she stared at M'Ordant. She gave him a hopeful look.
"Can I stay?" she whispered so that V'Aidan wouldn't hear her.
His face impassive, M'Ordant shook his head and led her from the room. "It's not up to me."
"Then who?"
He refused to answer. "You have to leave."
"I won't leave him," she said, her voice firm. "And no one is going to make me."
Erin found out those were famous last words as she came awake back in her office. When dealing with Greek gods, human will didn't amount to much.
Heartbroken, she wept, thinking about V'Aidan in his hell and the fact that she was the cause of it.
Worst of all, there was absolutely nothing she could do to help him. Nothing.
"V'Aidan."
V'Aidan clenched his teeth at Hypnos's voice. He tucked Erin's wreath under a nearby rock to keep the god from seeing it and taking it from him as he had done the pictures.
It was all V'Aidan had of her and he couldn't bear the thought of losing it.
He forced himself upright and cleared his throat of the grief that choked him. "I didn't realize it was time for more punishment."
Hypnos snorted. "I can't break you, can I?"
He sensed the god moving around him.
"You know," Hypnos said irritably, "I have tried since the dawn of time to make you fear me. And you never have. Why is that?"
"I can't feel emotion, remember?"
"No. What you are is disrespectful, irreverent, and sarcastic. You have never fit in with us. And the thing that has always made me maddest with you is that you never even tried to."
V'Aidan gave a weak laugh. "A Skotos who is evil to the bone, imagine that."
"Well, therein is your problem. Unlike the others, you never were. I never could kill that last tiny bit of goodness in you. That last bit that was capable of honor. Capable of sacrifice."
V'Aidan frowned.
"M'Ordant told me what you did with Erin. Both on earth and here. As a result, Hades has informed me that he can't keep you in Tartarus. Only souls who are completely incapable of love can stay here."
A burning sensation started in V'Aidan's body, and with every heartbeat that passed, he felt himself growing stronger.
"It seems to me, boy, you have a decision to make."
She'd been doing that a lot lately. Daydreaming. She'd never really daydreamed before. And she'd been writing. But there was no one to share it with.
That hurt most of all.
Toeing her shoes off, she set her keys down on the mantel and happened to see a white rose petal on the carpet. She frowned as she noticed several more.
They seemed to form a trail leading to her bedroom. She followed them.
When she got to the doorway, her heart stopped.
V'Aidan was asleep in her bed. His sleek black hair was spread out over the pillows, the covers tangled in his long, tawny limbs.
He was the most gorgeous thing she'd ever seen in her life.
Erin laughed as tears welled in her eyes. How? How could he be here?
Rushing to her bed, she dropped to her knees and tried to wake him.
He didn't budge.
No matter what she tried, he wouldn't wake.
"V'Aidan?" she said, swallowing in fear. "Please, look at me."
Nothing.
Terrified, she saw a small note card on the nightstand.
Picking it up, she read it:
It is through true love that all miracles are performed. If you really love me, Erin, kiss my lips and I will be born into your world as a mortal man. Otherwise, I shall be waiting for you only in your dreams.
You have until midnight to decide.
V
She didn't need until midnight to decide. Cupping his face in her hands, she kissed him with all the love in her heart.
His chest rose sharply as his arms wrapped around her and held her tight.
Erin laughed happily as V'Aidan deepened their kiss. Her head swam from his warmth, his passion, and she never wanted to let him go.
Nipping her lips, he pulled back to smile at her. The love in his silvery-blue eyes scorched her. "I take it you want to keep me?"
"Buddy, you try and leave me and I'll follow you to the ends of the earth and beyond to find you and bring you home."
V'Aidan laughed. She'd already proven that to him.
Erin shivered as he unbuttoned her shirt. "I think I know what you want to do first as a mortal man."
He ran his tongue over her throat, up to her ear, where his breath sent chills through her. "Believe me, love, you won't be sleeping tonight."
EPILOGUE
Two years later
V'Aidan lay on the sofa with his infant daughter asleep on his chest. He stared at her mop of chestnut curls, curious about what she was dreaming.
He felt his wife standing over them.
Looking up, he caught Erin's gorgeous smile. "Hi," he said, wondering what she was up to. There was a gleam in her eye much like the one she'd had the day she'd told him she was pregnant.
"Guess what?" she asked, her voice rife with excitement.
"You're pregnant again?"
She rolled her eyes at him. "It's only been three months since we had Emma."
"It happens."
She blew him a raspberry, then brought her arm from around her back and shoved a book into his hands.
V'Aidan stared at it blankly until the name on the cover registered. "Oh my God," he breathed, "it's your novel."
"I know," she said, jumping up and down. "My editor sent me the first copy of it! They'll be shipped to the stores next week."
Careful not to wake the baby, V'Aidan shot off the couch to grab Erin into his arms.
Erin sighed at the feel of his lips on hers. Even now, those lips could incinerate her. And his smell... Goodness, how she loved the scent of his skin.
"Thank you, V'Aidan," she said, pulling back to stare into those hauntingly silver eyes. "I would never have written it without you."
"And I would never have lived without you."
Erin held him close, delighting in the feel of him and her daughter. The two of them were the greatest gift Erin had ever known.
And it was then she realized that even out of the darkest nightmare, something good could come. It had taken strength and courage, but in the end, it had been worth the battle.
"I love you, Erin," he whispered against her hair.
"I love you, V'Aidan, and I always will."
UNDER HER SPELL
MAGGIE SHAYNE
Dedicated with love to all the members of RavenMyst Circle, Inc.
REDE OF THE WICCAE
by Lady Gwynne Thompson as given by her grandmother, Adrianna Porter
(Being Known as The Counsel of the Wise Ones)
1. Bide the Wiccan laws ye must in perfect love and perfect trust.
2. Live and let live - fairly take and fairly give.
3. Cast the Circle thrice about to keep all evil spirits out.
4. To bind the spell every time, let the spell be spake in rhyme.
5. Soft of eye and light of touch - speak little, listen much.
6. Deosil go by the waxing Moon - sing and dance the Wiccan rune.
7. Widdershins go when the Moon doth wane, and the Werewolf howls by the dread Wolfsbane.
8. When the Lady's moon is new, kiss the hand to her times two.
9. When the Moon rides at her peak, then your heart's desire seek.
10. Heed the Northwind's mighty gale - lock the door and drop the sail.
11. When the wind comes from the South, love will kiss thee on the mouth.
12. When the wind blows from the East, expect the new and set the feast.
13. When the West wind blows o'er thee, departed spirits restless be.
14. Nine woods in the Cauldron go - burn them quick and burn them slow.
15. Elder be ye Lady's tree - burn it not or cursed ye'll be.
16. When the Wheel begins to turn - let the Beltane fires burn.
17. When the Wheel has turned a Yule, light the Log and let Pan rule.
18. Heed ye flower, bush and tree - by the Lady blessed be.
19. Where the rippling waters go, cast a stone an truth ye'll know.
20. When ye have need, hearken not to other's greed.
21. With the fool no season spend or be counted as his friend.
22. Merry meet an merry part - bright the cheeks and warm the heart.
23. Mind the Threefold Law ye should - three times bad and three times good.
24. When misfortune is enow, wear the blue star on thy brow.
25. True in love ever be unless thy lover's false to thee.
26. Eight words the Wiccan Rede fulfill - an it harm none, do what ye will.