Page 42 of Venomous Lies
Wells hummed, a thoughtful sound, but it didn’t look like he fully believed me—not that I could blame him considering I’d been acting out for the last few weeks.
“You need to talk to Isla.”
I laughed ruefully. “Like she’d want to talk to me after all the shit I’ve done.”
“I’d suggest starting with an apology. If nothing else, you owe her that,” he said seriously.
“Apologies aren’t something I’m great at,” I confessed as I slumped into my chair. “But you’re right. I’ll figure one out soon. Give me something else to think about for a while. What are you working on?”
Wells’ expression changed, and the hint of a blush instantly piqued my interest.
“That good, huh? Writing about me?” I wiggled myeyebrows as I teased him. “May I suggest a full drawing to?—?”
“It’s my sex magick project,” he insisted with a rough laugh. He rubbed the back of his neck. “So, not about you, specifically, no. And no, I don’t need a full drawing of you, Echo.”
“Just an offer.” I smirked at him before leaning forward to see what his project was about. My mind was desperately in need of something to focus on other than Isla and the mess that had been created between the two of us.”What’s your project on? Zhara was talking to Aizel about hers this afternoon, something about a ritual of some kind. My brother pushed me out before I could hear all of it.”
“Imagine that,” Wells remarked as I laughed quietly.
“So what’s yours about? I mean, if you can talk to anyone, it would be me, right? Iaman incubus after all.”
“It’s on the healing powers of sex rituals and magick,” Wells replied while looking anywhere else besides at me.
“And that makes you avoid eye contact with me?” I arched an eyebrow. “Lots of people do that besides incubi, so it makes sense for a witch to focus on that topic.”
“I have to write some of the project from experience,” he muttered quietly. “And that’s going to be… Well, I’m not looking forward to it.”
“So you need to fuck just one person or multiple people that are different types of supernaturals for your research?” Although I was confused, I did appreciate the way the red in his cheeks intensified with my questions.
“No! No!” He shook his head hard enough that I was surprised he didn’t give himself whiplash. “I’m not having sex with multiple people. That’s not something?—”
“You don’t have sex?”
“I don’t have sex with random people,” he hissed beforelooking around the library—trying to make sure no one was staring, I assumed. When he was done, he fixed me with a hard glare as I smirked at him.
“You need to lighten up some, Wells. Sometimes, sex is just sex.”
“It’s not to me,” he said firmly, sighing when I shrugged in response. We’d just have to agree to disagree on that front.
“Look I can help talk through some of the aspects of healing from an incubus perspective at least,” I offered, taking the playful tone out of my voice so he knew I was serious. “I’m in a sex magick class about healing, so it is a skill I do possess.”
Wells swallowed hard and licked his lips as if he was unsure. I studied the witch, and something in my gut told me that his nerves were about more than just this project. It was probably just the fact that I had finally started snapping out of my rut-induced spiral. That had to be it. There was no other reason for Wells to be nervous aroundme.
“That would be greatly appreciated,” he said roughly before clearing his throat.
As my powers awoke at the sound of his husky voice.
Somehow, my powers were starting to hunger again… though not in a way I had ever felt before.
This was more.
What the hell was going on with me?
UNKNOWN
Black hair.
A voice like a siren.
