Page 111 of Bewitching Her Monsters

“I feel a bit lost and like my life is over.” I doodle on the paper instead of writing. They are sketches of shadowy figures with claws.

Maxum comes back through the front door and frowns. “What can we do to make you feel better? Would bouncing on my cock help?”

Arran glares at him. “Not everything is cured with a cock.”

“It is withmycock.” Maxum gives me a wink. “How about a mission then?” he asks. He leans over, captures my chin in his huge hands, and inspects my face. “But I don’t know if you have it in you to learn the details and to make the journey.”

Last night, Arran told me a bit about the supernatural world. There are three primary realms—Fae, Mortal (where I live), and the Underworld.

I perk up. “I can go on a trip? I want to see the other realms. Can you portal us someplace?”

Maxum shakes his head. “Rob might have spies everywhere.”

Giving him a disappointed glare, I huff, “Then where did you intend to go for thismission?”

“Calder!” he shouts. “I’m calling for an adventure!”

The grumpasaurus storms out of his room, where he’s been hanging out with my magical creatures, aka fur babies. I still haven’t asked what kind of supernatural he is, and the guys haven’t volunteered. I don’t know how touchy the supes are about their other forms, but it seems that Calder wouldn’t want me to know since my name is written in an indelible marker on his shit list.

Calder looks at me, then Maxum. “Withher?” He curls his lip in disgust.

“Yes. You owe me a favor.”

The jerk’s eyes bulge. “You’re calling in your favor—for her—forthis?”

I don’t know what the hell is going on, but it sounds like a big flipping deal. “Don’t call in favors for me. Calder doesn’t want to be around me.”

“He’s going to get over it… starting now.” Maxum steps up inches away from Calder and glares down at him. Wow, he makes a six-foot-tall man look petite.

What do I look like next to him? A hobbit?

“I don’t think she can handle it,” Calder snarls.

“My money is on the witch.” Arran laughs.

Okay, not sure why he’s laughing. This appears like a harrowing task, one in which Calder doesn’t think I can keep up.

“Five minutes, and it’s go time.” Calder surrenders, throws his hands in the air, and retreats to his room.

“What about Flint?” Arran asks Maxum as he hurries to prepare for our misadventure.

“He’s due back from his scouting any second.” Maxum then informs me. “Flint’s never late unless there’s trouble.”

“Is he okay to be around me?” I ask, feeling confused if I should be changing out of my makeshift pajamas or not. “I haven’t seen him since the incident.”

“I’m fine,” Flint says as he enters the house.

I swear these guys can hear through several walls. I blush, thinking of all the obscene noises I made with Maxum and Arran.

The gargoyle walks up to me and wisely gives himself six feet of personal space so I can’t accidentally fling myself at him again.

He lowers his eyes and says, “I apologize for putting my hands on you. I could have hurt you.”

“Flint, I know you were only trying to bring me some water. Your touch did not hurt or upset me. I’m only worried that you’ll feel awkward around me. I enjoyed talking with you, and I would like to be friends.”

“You enjoyed talking to me?” he sounds surprised.

“Of course.” I smile. I itch to reach out and hug the massive male, but I stop myself. Why is he so endearing? All I want to do now is cuddle him.

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