Page 35 of Hellish Witch

“Go home, Killian,” I muttered, unable to meet his piercing eyes. “I have to do this. And I’m not dragging anyone else into my mess this time.”

“You’re being a brat.”

My lips popped open. Irritation licked my insides as I glared. “Excuse me?”

His smirk returned, a fraction of his usual dark charm seeping back in. “I’m coming with you, kid, no matter how much you pout.”

“No. You’re going back. I’m sure Zahara misses you.” The last bit slipped out with a little more bitterness than I’d intended, and I fought not to cringe at how blatantly jealous I sounded.

I had no right to feel jealousy over a demon I’d exchanged nothing more than sass and sarcasm with.

His lips twitched. “Perhaps. But I have more important matters to attend to.”

I swallowed thickly, reading too deep into his words. Did he mean the orders from his king?

Or did he meanme?

“So, unless you’re going to stab me with those adorable little knives again—which I would love to see—we should get moving.”He jerked a wing in the direction I’d been heading before the shadow boar had charged me.

I hesitated, toying with the hilts of my sheathed weapons. I didn’t want Killian getting hurt following me around on Rex’s orders, but I also knew I couldn’t exactly stab the infuriating demon.

Not when my healing magic was on the fritz, anyway.

I’d just have to bide my time for a better way to get rid of the stubborn enforcer.

“Do you even know where we’re going either?” I arched a brow. Hopefully, Rex had at least given him the details I hadn’t stuck around for.

His gaze darted aside before returning to mine with a shrug of his broad shoulders and wing arches.

“Fine,” I huffed, eyeing his enormous frame packed with cut muscle. “But if you insist on stalking me, you’d better stop scaring off our food.”

Chapter 13

Killian and I weaved through the trees, beneath the darkened canopy high above. Twigs and dried leaves crunched beneath my boots.

The incubus might as well be floating with those pretty wings for all the noise he made, just a ghost of temptation gliding along beside me in the night.

I peered at him through my lashes, trying to process the fact that the most bloodthirsty and unhinged enforcer of the Hybrid Kingdom was apparently following me to the human realm.

I didn’t know what to do about it.

I’d never spent so much time alone with him. Maybe because he didn’t have much interest in getting to know me, or maybe because he just saw me as his best friend’s annoying little sister.

Either way, it was going to be a long trip.

But I had to get my magic fixed. I couldn’t go around hurting people. I was meant to help them.

If I wasn’t a healer, then who was I?

“I can hear your inner monologue from here,” Killian drawled, knocking me from my thoughts.

I scowled at the side of his stupidly carved face, picking my feet up over a fallen branch laden with glowing mushrooms the colour of rust.

“At least I have deep thoughts,” I said. “What’s going on between those horns, hmm? Just saucy images of Zahara naked?”

Gah.Why was I bringing her up again!?

I glanced around as if I was scanning our dangerous surroundings like a competent warrior, not avoiding his gaze so I didn’t die of embarrassment.

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