Page 118 of Witch Unexpected
I had a feeling there wouldn’t be a dull moment living with these guys.
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Eyefucking is an actual thing.
Women do it just as much as men, and I discovered women love to do it to Leif and Tor, although to give the women credit, it would have taken great force of will not to fall into eyefuck mode around these guys.
Tor and Leif were gorgeous man candy that begged to be devoured.
Oh god, I’d be living with them.
It was fine.
I’d probably become desensitized to their looks soon enough.
Liar.
The guys didn’t seem to notice the waitresses were drooling over them. Their focus remained entirely on me. Being the center of attention was a new experience. I was used to being on the side-lines, the sidekick, the back-up. I was used to watching my best friend be surrounded by adoring men willing to lay down their lives for her.
This, right now, with Tor, Rune, and Leif, felt surreal.
We spent a pleasant few hours at the diner that took us from breakfast to lunch and into mid-afternoon. It was over too quickly.
But there would be more days like this because, in a few hours, these guys would be mine.
Mine. Ha, how possessive did I sound?
The guys dropped me back at the cabin before heading off on patrol, and it wasn’t long before Bramble turned up to take me to the mansion.
I waited for knots to form in my stomach, but nothing happened.
I was ready.
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JASPER
The warlock is staring at me like I’m speaking a foreign language. A warlock with a room in a coven. Never thought I’d see the day. I wonder what this fucker’s done to wheedle his way into Grimswood.
He’s scrutinizing me, taking a mental picture, no doubt. It is, after all, his first time seeing me in the not so corporeal flesh.
I allow him to take a good look. “If you’re done gawping, then maybe you can answer my question. What do you know about The Sons of Adam?”
For a moment, I think he’ll ignore my question, refuse to engage with me, but then he sits forward, forearms braced on his desk. “They’re vampires, the first of the species.”
“That’s all you know?”
He nods.
“Well, even I know that much.” Maybe coming to this fool is a mistake, but I can’t shake the urge to keep digging. “Find out about them. Everything you can.”
He gives me an incredulous look. “Why would I do anything for you?”
“Not for me, you fool. For Cora. I believe they want her.”
Elijah sits back in his seat with a frown. “Why would you think that?”
I hate having to explain myself. It’s so much easier when people just do what I tell them without questions. Being bound to Cora is a lesson in patience, though, and I’m getting better at talking first and breaking bones later.
