Payten turned her face away, cheeks bright red, silence falling over all of us. I knew his temper wouldn't hold quiet for long, but before Quaid could open his mouth, Oliver leaned forward and patted the pregnant witch's hand. She met his eyes with her wide gaze, eyes rimmed with moisture and he smiled. I knew that smile, dazzling and sweet, had been under its influence a time or two and knew the devastating effect it could have on a female ...