Page 48 of Hellish Witch

This new flirty side to him was giving me heart palpitations.

I cleared my throat, steering well clear of that dangerous territory.

“You never cashed in that favour for your disposal services.” I shot a pointed look at the smirking incubus. “And this whole stalking thing you’re doing does not get you another.”

A slow smile bloomed across his features. “You really don’t know. Do you?”

I stilled. “Know what?”

His vicious grin widened, a small chuckle seeping out. “I already called in my favour. Last night, in fact. Your screams still echo in my ears when I taste your sweet essence in the air.”

My lips parted with dawning horror. “What?” I squeaked. “You…how?”

His forked tongue ran the length of his fangs. “How what? How did I get into your dreams?” he purred. “You summoned me into them, naughty witch. Your need dragged my slumbering consciousness the short distance to yours. I was sleeping in your house that night, after all.”

My jaw stubbornly refused to close.

How could anyone process something this embarrassing?

It. Was. Real.

Killian, my first crush, off-limits best friend of my brother…had made me scream for him.

And. It. Had. Been. Real.

I finally closed my mouth with a snick of my dainty fangs.

Shuffling on the log, I crossed my ankles in a forced display of feminine grace. “Well, I guess that settles that, then.” I lifted my nose and sniffed like a snooty pureblood. “You’re still not getting another favour.”

“Are you sure? That wasn’t the first body I’ve buried for you. If anything, you owe me quite a few now.” He tapped a claw against his chin. “And does it count if I’ve just left them begging for a burial?”

“What?!” My voice hit a dangerously high pitch.

Alpha was probably wincing somewhere off in the woods.

Silver lightning illuminated the storm in his eyes. “Nobody gets to hurt you, sweetness.”

Realisation gripped me by the horns and back-handed me in the face.

Thebloodyhobby Rex had mentioned. Why none of my exes had ever confessed to who’d almost killed them. Why nobody had looked for the ones who’d disappeared.

I’d bet my last gold coin I knew who’d punished the pain trio too.

“Holy hell-fires,” I gasped. “You’re the reason they call me the widow-witch.”

His grin was as lethal as a poison-tipped blade.

Chapter 17

“Sweetness,” a lilting rasp called to me, echoing strangely in my ears.

Pine and wood smoke mixed with the scent of something rich and sweet, tempting me to seek its source. Warmth bathed my lower body, and a fire crackled nearby.

Soft material covered my eyes, shrouding me in darkness.

I tried to reach for it, but the same softness coiled around my wrists, trapping my arms above my head. It tightened as I pulled against it.

My ankles were similarly bound, spread wide to lay me out, arched over a curved surface. The angle gave me the faintest rush of blood to the head.

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