Page 97 of Carnal: The Beast Who Loved Me

The man’s expression hardened. “You’re on private property. Trespassing.”

“That’s really what you have to say?” Rosie was incredulous.

“No. I got more to say. Adecentgirl wouldn’t be cavorting with the likes of that.” He indicated Carnal with his chin.

She cocked her head as she’d seen Exiled do so many times. “You know what? These sheep shouldn’t be cavorting with the likes of you.”

When he turned away in disgust, he saw that the sheep were gone. He gasped. “What did you do with my sheep?”

“I gave them to someone more deserving.”

She walked toward where Carnal’s bike was parked on the other side of the fence. When she got there, he said, “Rosie. Where are the sheep?”

She’d used her natural witchery to transport them to a new location of her choosing. “On the training field.”

Carnal jerked his head toward the west. “Our training field at Newland?”

“Yes. What other training field would I mean?”

“Rosie, how are we gonna explain that?”

“We can say the sheep couldn’t stand living near that guy, so they walked there on their own.”

“Uh-huh. And when the farmer complains about missing sheep, now on Exiled land, what do you think that’s going to look like?”

She shifted her weight to one leg. “Like you stole them,” she said sullenly.

“Exactly.”

“Okay,” she said, looking at her nails. “I put them back.” She was just as glad to have undone the deed because it was an event bordering on momentous enough to draw the wrong kind of attention. Namely, Kellareal’s.

Carnal looked behind him. Sure enough the sheep were happily grazing once again, looking none the worse for wear and like such things occurred every day. He lifted Rosie over the fence like she weighed nothing then vaulted over.

When she straddled the bike behind him, he twisted around to say over his shoulder, “It was very sexy, you defending me to that human.”

“It was very sexy being run down,” she said as she encircled him with her arms.

He barked out a laugh then grew quiet as he thought about what she’d said. “Does that mean you’re staying, little demon?”

“We’ll see.”

“You’re a tease.”

“I’m a tease? You’re the one who keeps getting me worked up and then walking off.” And once again she’d said too much, even after having given herself a stern lecture about the fact that the impulsive blurting needed to stop. Something about Carnal made her forget all about the prudence of holding herself at a distance until she knew he could be trusted with her feelings. The fact that he seemed genuinely interested in learning all about her was a distraction that only exacerbated that behavior.

When he simply chuckled, she wondered if the hit-and-run gropings were intended to ramp up her interest. They certainly seemed to have amplified her sexual response to him. She could practically feel an increase in the frequency of her vibration when she knew Carnal was close by.

“What’s next?” she asked. “Oh, let me guess. It has to involve riding something. Whales? Are we riding whales next?”

“Taking you to dinner in Farsuitwail.”

“There are restaurants in Farsuitwail?”

“Maybe not what you’re used to. But yes. There are people who don’t want to cook.”

“Okay. What are we having?”

As he started the bike, he said, “They roll whitefish into this flat bread kind of thing and put green stuff in it. Sounds awful, but it’s good.”

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