Page 56 of Fated for Flames

Shifters moved aside as the witch Evelyn arrived with two warlocks in tow. My lips pulled back, a low growl of possessiveness rumbling in my chest.

Who were these fucking males? Were they with her? The thought ignited a flame of anger within me.

My fingers curled into fists at my sides, the urge to cross over and stake my claim almost overpowering. I wanted them to regret ever setting foot in my territory.

Chad bounced over to them. He also looked like he might commit murder, but then Maggie draped herself around the two warlocks like a scarf.

They weren’t with the witch.

I relaxed slightly.

She was dancing now.

Or at least, she was attempting to. It was a pitiful sight, like watching someone in the throes of a heart attack.

I grimaced.

As for Chad? He just copied her moves like the puppy he was. They looked like complete idiots.

After a while of uncoordinated dancing, they started doing the running man.

Chad adjusted himself, and I snorted in disbelief. The fool was probably hard as a rock from all that gyrating.

I watched as the shifters around them laughed and joined in on their absurd dance routine. They had accepted her, something that would’ve been unthinkable just a few weeks ago. Her performance with Viper had changed everything.

Viper was strong; I had to give him that much. But she had held her own against him. Not even wincing once, earning the respect of everyone present.

I had always been wary of witches, hated them with a passion even, but this one…this one was different.

Moments later, Chad bounced over to me, his grin wide enough to split his face in two. “Do you know how difficult it is to do the running man when you’re rock hard?”

Called it.

“Isn’t she amazing?” Chad asked, his gaze fixed on Evelyn as she awkwardly attempted another dance move.

“She’s something, all right,” I grumbled, my eyes narrowing at the spectacle. Her lack of rhythm was painful to watch, but there was a charm to her clumsiness.

Chad nudged me with his elbow, a smirk playing on his lips. “I think we should go for it tonight.” His eyes twinkled with mischief. “We should woo her and make her ours.”

I choked on my drink, turning to stare at him.

“I am not the wooing kind,” I grumbled.

He shrugged nonchalantly. “You could’ve fooled me.”

“Besides,” I muttered, looking back at Evelyn, who was now in a fit of laughter after stumbling over her own feet, “she’s a witch. You know how I feel about them.”

“Yeah, but she’s different,” Chad reiterated, “And you know it.”

“I’m not interested,” I lied.

“That’s bullshit.” Chad didn’t even bother to hide his amusement as he shot me a knowing look. “You can’t stop looking at her. I don’t think you’ve looked at anything else since she walked into class and declared she wanted to train.”

I opened my mouth to retort but closed it. I was looking at her again, wasn’t I? It was true; from the moment Evelyn had stepped into our world with that fierce determination in her golden eyes, I hadn’t been able to look away.

But that didn’t mean anything.

It couldn’t.

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