Page 10 of Magic Pussy

It was going to be a nightmare. Rain threw him a lifeline: "You don't need to come if you want to avoid the catfight."

Luke broke into one of his irresistible smiles. "Now, why would I want out? You should know, no straight guy doesn't enjoy a female power play. Besides, I wouldn't be much of a bodyguard if I let you walk in the viper's nest by yourself."

Bodyguard.

She scoffed. Like she needed one of those.

"Your job is to bring me back home. At best, you're a chauffeur. Who doesn't drive on our side of the road. And who basically just accompanies me to the airport."

Luke point blank refused to get behind the wheel on the left, like a normal person.

“An accompanieur,” she improvised.

"Wholly underrated profession. But as such, it is my duty to accompany you, lassy. Don't worry. I've met a bitch or two in my time. I can deal with your sister."

He couldn’t deal with her sister. Not without strangling her. Someone ought to handcuff him just to make sure his hands didn’t act of their own volition.

The head of the Louisiana covens wore white from head to toes and sat elegantly next to a small round side table, sipping tea. She did somewhat resemble Rain, although her skin was lighter and her eyes were green, not brown. They might be half-sisters.

Her thick hair was plaited down her head in one thick tress, and she wore a white headband over it. Horns might have been a more suitable ornament.

The woman’s gaze started at the tip of her sister’s toes and slowly took in every part of her, before she stated, “I see you’re still fond of pastries.”

What the hell?

“And I see you still haven’t cut off your own tongue, regretfully.”

At least Rain didn’t let it get to her.

“Hm. You’ll recall that grandmother Iris was quite fond of sweets, too. At our age, it was all well and good, but in her thirties…”

“Your mouth is still moving. Words are coming out of it. That can’t be good.”

Luke snorted, calling the b…witch's attention to him. Her eyes scrutinized him just as intensely as she'd watched her sister. Then one of her brows hiked up an inch.

“Delightful. How much are you paying him?”

He wished he’d taken Rain’s offer and stayed out of the mess. Now, he was more than likely going to end up murdering a woman. His cheetah was that close to jumping out of his skin and leaping at Michelle’s throat.

As if she'd guessed he needed it, Rain stepped closer to him and took his hand.

"Hey, not all of us are hoarding our family's fortune. I'm dirt poor. Thankfully, he only wants pussy."

Luke choked on his saliva and chuckled.

"Anyway, I received your threat. I'll be here for the ceremony. Next year, Sara turns twenty-one and will be done with college here. Do this again, and I'll drag her out of this state. Understood?"

Michelle’s eyes flashed with something dangerous.

“It’s not like I actually have a choice, you know. You left. You abandoned us, and Sara is the only one who can—”

“Bullshit. You can use anyone. You just want as much power as you can get your hands on. But this is the last time it’s gonna work. If you want to use a White, you’ll have to pop out your own spawn and suck on it.”

The sisters glared at each other, but at length, Michelle shrugged and broke the stare-off.

“Well, you’re here, that’s what matters. I’ll have Bruno take your belongings up—”

“Thanks, but I’d rather eat my own arm than stay under your roof.”

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