Page 89 of Hellish Witch

A surprised laugh burst free, even as I tried to scowl at him and failed miserably. “That sounds nothing like me.”

He beamed right back. “It’s too accurate. I almost got a semi just hearing your dulcet tones.”

I gave him a flat look, and he sniggered, pulling me closer against his hard front and proving he had more than just a semi.

“Anyway, if you’re going to keep ruining my life, then you need a glamour, and we need a plan. I went to that club last night to get information on the Sage Coven’s location, but I uh…got sidetracked,” I finished dryly.

Rage flashed across Killian’s face, silver streaking through his ocean eyes like the flash of lightning. A muscle feathered along his jaw. He clenched it hard enough that I worried about his poor fangs.

“Maybe we should go back tonight and ask around,” I said, slowly drawing out the words in a soothing cadence like I was talking to a feral animal.

Killian managed to unclamp his jaw to spit out a single word. “No.”

I arched a brow.

“You’re not going back there. Ever.” He bared his fangs, chest expanding. “I’ll murder anyone who looks at you the second we walk in.”

I cleared my throat, shifting on the bed, still locked in his arms like it was the most natural thing in the world. My cheeks warmed.

“Well, you successfully eased me through my first heat. I think we should be fine to go back without my vagina issuing another call to arms.”

Killian snarled, “Well, it’s a good thing we won’t have to test that.” He drew a deep breath, glancing aside. “I already know where to go.”

I raised both my brows. “You do? And when were you going to share that little titbit with me?”

An infuriating smirk curved his lips.

Chapter 31

“I’m curious,” Killian started. “When you decided to poison me in my sleep, was the next step of your devious plan to run around the human realm questioning strangers until you stumbled upon the right coven?”

I shot him a flat look.

After reluctantly leaving bed this morning, we’d taken turns to freshen up in the fanciest en suite I’d ever seen and stolen clothes from our unsuspecting hosts. Thank fires millionaires travelled a lot, because nobody came back to the penthouse Killian had broken into.

We’d kept our muddied leather boots, but I’d been lucky enough to find designer jeans and a cashmere jumper that fit my lean frame, readying me to face the British chill of late summer despite its low-cut neckline. Killian had dug the realm’s softest grey sweatpants out of the dresser in the next room over, poking a hole through for his tail. They stretched indecently tight around his muscular thighs and an arse that made mine look pancake flat, but at least he was clothed. Of course, that left the distractingly sexy incubus topless like he didn’t feel the cold, which compared to my weak mutt self, I supposed he didn’t.

I’d managed to cast a human-looking glamour on us both without the vicious darkness in me rearing its head to tear Killian apart. We’d then spent the last few hours in the biggest hire-car we could find, on account of Killian’s giant wings, driving south to the not-so-secret location for the Sage Coven.

There’d been flirting and teasing but also talking about home, laughing, and joking about the latest antics the other enforcers had been getting up to, and generally avoiding anything too serious like the fact he’d fucked my brains out the night before or that I was one wrong move away from accidentally killing him.

We’d stopped only briefly at a service station, using the facilities and stocking up on a million different snack options. I was a teensy bit obsessed with all the adorable shapes of buttery shortbread you could get here. They even had a cat-shaped pack, and I vowed to bring my death-kitty familiar back some as a thank you for saving my life.

It had been oddly reassuring to watch Killian get crumbs everywhere as he ate shortbread while driving, like a normal person rather than the viciously untouchable enforcer he was.

I huffed. “It was much more thought out than that.”

Killian smoothly pulled the car into a parking spot, and we silently observed the other cars and humans milling about the gravel lot, one of many dotted through the New Forest.

Trees swelled on one side, elms and ash growing thickly. On the other two sides, wide plains stretched, leading to rolling hills of vibrant grass and tufted heather. The heathland was brushed in pinks and purples with tiny flowering buds.

In the distance, a herd of wild horses galloped across the landscape, led by a stunning dappled grey stallion.

“Beautiful,” Killian murmured.

I glanced over, only to find his stormy eyes locked onto me.

Warmth suffused my cheeks, and I offered him a shy smile. “You are such a flirt. Even for an incubus.”

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