Page 50 of Warlocks Don't Win
His bride? I was going to be sick. No, I didn’t have time for that. I whirled around, advancing on Winston until he was against a building. I looked at him objectively, eyes, hair, proportions, then nodded.
“We’ll do green and purple. I have just the thing for you in the shop.”
He smiled sweetly. “You’re going to do the costume? You were always good at that.”
“That’s what you say now. My husband matches me. That means stripes. I hope you don’t like any other colors, becauseyou’re never going to wear anything other than green and purple again.”
“Never? That sounds like a long time.” His voice got low and growly as he looked down at my mouth, letting me press him against the brick of the iffy building.
“I’m going to kill you as soon as possible.” Why was his mouth so beautiful?
“That’s right. I almost forgot. Such a good plan.” His voice was so low, eyes so intent.
My lips felt heavy from the weight of his gaze. “Do you want to die?”
“If it makes you feel better about my betrayal, yes. You could kill me every day.”
“Then I’d have to raise you every day.”
“That sounds like a lot of effort.” He kissed me, falling towards me like I was a black hole and he was helpless to resist.
Curse me, I let him.
For too long I soaked up his warmth and energy like a crack addict who hadn’t had a fix for fifteen years. Who knows how long we would have stayed like that, wrapped in each other until a drunk werewolf woman bumped into us, falling back with curses at the mates who should know better than to have their honeymoon in public, even if they did have an invisibility glamour over them.
Winston glanced at me, breathless, eyes so melting. He didn’t say anything about my glamour, though. Good thing, or I’d have to kill him right this second instead of waiting until I’d convinced the world that I liked him more than I hated him.
Curses.
Chapter
Seventeen
Business in Apple City was great, other than dealing with Tolly. No one wanted to get close enough to her to talk to me, so I had Winston stand outside with her like an ominous cloud of dark magic.
“I’ll give you a good deal if you tell me what’s going on with the Warlock,” the tall elf with the dark waxed brows said, glancing at the man who guarded the front door with my skunk.
“Mr. Carter, you wouldn’t be interested in a gaudy movie star’s idle gossip, would you?”
He blinked at me and then narrowed his eyes at Winston. I could tell when he slipped through the glamour by his beady-eyed fascination as he turned back to me, lips pressed together. “Are you working for the show, or are you dressing the Warlock Detectivepersonally? You can tell me. I never repeat gossip, idle or otherwise.”
I should be used to the humiliation, but I could feel the heat rising up my neck a centimeter at a time. “Mr. Carter, I’m here for my shop, not the Warlock Detective.” I frowned at the pink shoes made of rose petals. “These are ridiculous. No wonder you’re trying to get them out of here.”
He sniffed, affronted by my near insult. “They are bespelled magnificence. Only a true magic user could appreciate them.”
Mm hm. They were ridiculous. Still, his price was good. He really did want them out of his shop. I’d have to check them later for curses. “Fine. I’ll take the whole lot. They’ll go with the floral pants section.”
He winced. “Don’t tell me, Stripes.”
I flashed him a smile and then after payment and boxing, I left the shop, handing Winston the package before I stepped out into the crowd, him a step behind.
“Where to next?” he asked, disappearing the package like he’d done to all the others. It had been nice to do the usual rounds and take unwanted goods off the illustrious sellers in Apple City. Made me feel like a skunk in a garbage can. Took me back to my roots. Which were still green and purple.
Mr. Carter was watching us out the window, no doubt analyzing the way I was interacting with the famous Warlock.
“You really are a natural born porter. It’s a pity that I’m finished with my shopping.”
He gave me a smile, showing that dimple that wasn’t nearly manly enough. “I have a house here if you’d like to dress, or we could stay at a hotel.”
