Page 62 of Bewitchingly Hers
I narrowed my eyes at him. “Are you here to help or not?”
Ezra stood up straight, composing himself. “Of course I am. I’ve never let you down before, have I?”
“No, you haven’t,” I agreed, albeit begrudgingly.
My girl interlaced her fingers through mine, and wrapping her other arm around mine, leaning her full body weight against me. I dropped a kiss to her forehead. Her scent flooded into me, and I let out a breath, feeling the rage, the need to go full alpha, receding.
“Eryne, are you coming back? Wendy and I were just—Oh.” Rina’s eyes widened as they met Ezra’s, and she froze for a moment, staring at the vampire in front of her. “Hello.”
His eyes flashed golden for a brief second, and he swallowed. I wasn’t sure what was going on inside his head—though she paled in comparison to Eryne in my eyes, I couldn’t deny that she was a lovely witch, with her long brown hair pulled back in a high ponytail, exposing her neck, and that purple dress showing off her figure.
Ezra, the fucker, said nothing. His red eyes were alert, searching—like he was still processing something his body already knew.
“Okaayyy, well…” She turned back to Eryne. “You coming?”
My girl turned to me, and I nodded. “Ezra and I need to talk. Have fun with your friends, baby.” I squeezed her hand. “I’ll come find you after.”
“Okay.” She stood up on her tiptoes and kissed my cheek. “Don’t take too long. And then you can take me home, and we can have a repeat of this afternoon.” Eryne ran her fingers up my fly.
Fuck.“That’s mean.”
She looped her arm through Rina’s. “I like to call it motivation.” She blew me a kiss.
“Vixen.”
Eryne winked. “Have a fun chat, babe.”
When I turned back to Ezra, he raised an eyebrow at me. “You still haven’t told her, have you?”
I crossed my arms over my chest. “Why do you say that?”
“Because, if you had, she’d be wearing your mark on her neck. Though she does reek of you, so I suppose you’re halfway there.”
I growled again.
He lifted his hands up. “Sorry. I’ll stop.”
“Please,” I gritted out. “My wolf is a little possessive of her.” And I had no desire to shift in the bar to protect her honor.
“A little?” He laughed.
“We should talk somewhere a little… quieter,” I said, looking around the room. Sure, it didn’t look like anyone was listening to our conversation, but I didn’t want to take any chances when most of the witches in this town had no idea what was happening.
We walked outside, the cool night air surrounding us like a blanket.
“Ezra,” I started, making sure I could keep my eyes on the girls through the window.
“You found something,” he announced, knowing me well enough after so many years of working together.
I kept my voice low. “I found the lair.”
He gave me a pointed look, those icy eyes piercing through me. “I thought I told you not to do anything without me. It could have been dangerous.”
“Relax. It wasn’t there.” Though my wolf hadn’t wanted to get close to it regardless. He was being a pain, only wanting to be around our mate.
“But you knowwhatit is.”
“Yeah.” I nodded. “And it’s worse than I originally feared.”
