Page 76 of Witch Undecided
“How is Conah getting on with the translation?”
“You can ask him yourself tomorrow. Is he always so particular about how things are filed?”
I winced. “Is the library unorganized?”
She shrugged. “We haven’t had a librarian in a decade. He spent his first few hours refiling books, then gave up. Apparently, it’s a lost cause and needs a whole new categorizing system.”
Yep, that sounded like Conah.
“He suggested he be allowed to work on it. You should have seen Anna’s face; she looked like the cat who got the cream. We have boxes of texts in the vault that haven’t been logged and shelved yet. She’s probably planning on kidnapping the reaper.”
That sounded like Anna. “He’s a Dominus and I doubt he’ll be able to stay with us for long.”
“I know,” Sloane said. “But Anna will make use of him while she can.”
“Wait, her mojo doesn’t work on him, does it?”
Sloane smirked. “Nope. But you should have seen her try.”
I sagged in relief. “Well maybe she should try using it on the silent sisters and get them to hurry with that glamour spell.”
Sloane shrugged. “I’m assuming creating a glamour spell to fool the Order takes time.”
“Yeah, but how much time do we have? While we wait, the revenants are having a feast.”
“Trust me, I know. It bothers me too.”
We reached the door to the east wing and came to a halt.
I sighed. “Okay, I guess I’ll see you for training tomorrow.”
Sloane gave me a strange look. “Um, I think you’ve got the wrong idea here, Cora. I’m staying with you tonight.”
“What?”
“The wards are up and no revenants, banshee, or slau can get in, but the original vamps are a different breed of creature. We have no idea how effective our wards will be against them. You’re not spending the night alone.”
Okay, that made sense. “I hope you don’t snore.”
“No, but I do hog the covers.” She grinned, electric-blue eyes gleaming in the moonlight streaming in from the windows. “I can probably control that, but I’m also a snuggler.” She leaned in. “That’s something I may not be able to control.”
I arched a brow at her. “Are you flirting with me?”
She tipped her head to the side. “What if I am?”
We’d spent a ton of time together over the last two weeks and she’d been strictly business. I’d almost forgotten about our kiss, but now, with the moonlight highlighting her sharp high cheekbones and sliding its fingers through her silver hair, the kiss was all I could think of. My gaze dropped to her full mouth and the memory of it on mine was a sharp tug in my lower belly, followed by liquid heat.
She traced the line of my jaw with her fingertip. “Fuck, you’re hot when you’re speechless.”
She’d called me hot. “You didn’t answer my question.”
“Yeah, I guess I am flirting with you. Probably shouldn’t, though. Tor might be happy to share with Leif and Rune, but I don’t…” She leaned in so her mouth was inches from mine. “Share, that is.” Her tongue peeked out to touch the corner of her mouth and her eyes narrowed. “You haven’t gotten intimate with them, have you?” She didn’t wait for my response. “When’s the last time you came?”
My chest flushed with heat and then annoyance flared in my chest. I stood taller. “When’s the last time you came?”
“Last night.” The corner of her mouth lifted. “I’m good with my hands.”
I smiled. “Good for you, Sloane.”
