Page 37 of Livewire Witch

She clears her throat softly. “Necromancy. Not something I’ve ever dabbled with, though.”

“One you’ll keep to yourself unless you want major problems,” Roscoe says with a threatening step in my direction. In an instant, he’s morphed from goofy to menacing, like flipping a coin.

I hold my hands up in front of me. “I’m not interested in getting Silver into any trouble.”

Necromancy. No wonder I’ve felt drawn to her since we first met. “Perhaps that’s the reason you can withstand vampire compulsion. You have power over dead things, after all.”

She shrugs, pushing her hair out of her eyes. “I don’t know. It’s not a part of myself I’ve ever explored.”

“Maybe you will.”

I’d be happy to help her explore the unknown sides of her, whatever they are. Although it’s intrusive thoughts like this that are convincing me, I’m losing my marbles over this witch.

“Well, this room is getting awfully crowded,” I say. By which I mean,please get out and let me go back to bed.Although, I’m the idiot that suggested Silver stick around for a while longer, and I can’t imagine she’ll be left alone.

It’s a shame. Our interactions are always a lot more pleasant when it’s just the two of us.

“Why are the two of you here, anyway?” the scowling mage grouches to Silver. “And why is the vamp barely dressed?”

“Good question,” I reply.

I’ve been on the back foot ever since Silver and Roscoe first woke me with their rattling of doorknobs and their whispers.Having these mages infiltrate my space while I’m dressed only in sleepwear has me feeling all kinds of prickly.

“We’re here because I think we can work together,” Roscoe says. “When you’re feeling better, sweetheart, we can talk things through.”

Silver nods, pushing away the bedding and getting to her feet. “I’m all right. I’d love a shower though, if that’s okay? I’m feeling all kinds of sweaty and gross.”

I nod stiffly and give her my hand to help her up. As our skin touches, I feel a zing of electricity go through me, which I quickly brush off. Must just be residual sensations from her feeding from me.

I show her to the nearest bathroom, where I hand her a fresh towel and make a very swift exit. I don’t want to be thinking about her taking her clothes off in there. Or the water trailing over her naked form.

It’s official. I’m degenerating into a filthy pervert.

My brain has clearly reached the devolved state of a teenager and my dick has gone right along with it. I need a cold shower, but since I don’t want to leave the mages in my home for any longer than necessary, I’ll settle for sticking my face into a basin of ice cold water.

That should be enough to soften my dick and calm my ardor.

TEN MINUTES LATER,I’m dressed in my usual work outfit of a well-pressed shirt and suit trousers. As soon as I head out of my bedroom, I decide that I was not quick enough in dressing and that leaving the mages was a bad decision since I’m greeted by the sight of a topless mage mooching around my kitchen,

“Nipples away in my kitchen, please.”

Not a phrase I ever thought I’d say, but I never expected to have a shameless Roscoe Hawkshead in my apartment either.

“What happened to your shirt?” I ask.

“Slight mishap in the bathroom,” he replies, pouring a cup of coffee from the pot he’s brewed. Thankfully, he pushes it over to me before I can tear his throat out for touching my things when I explicitly told him not to.

He then focuses his attention on me, looking uncharacteristically serious. “Look, I know things have been kind of rough between us, but I really think we can work together. We have a common goal, right?”

I ignore the second part and focus entirely on his shirtlessness. “What kind of minor mishap involves you losing your shirt?”

“Oh, that was my fault,” Silver says, popping her head into the kitchen. “He surprised me, and I guess you were right about the power boost.” She grimaces. “Imayhave lobbed a small fireball in his direction. Although, it’s a good lesson to learn. No one should startle me in the shower.”

I raise an eyebrow at the mage, who shrugs unrepentantly. “I was only offering my strong, hot body to lean against if she felt suddenly weak while in the shower.”

“So gallant,” she teases. “Lucky I only caught his shirt, so I didn't even scorch your tiles.” She smiles at me, looking a thousand times better than she did an hour ago. Her skin is dewy and her eyes are sparkling. With one smile, my body revolts. My stomach flips and a warm feeling grows in my chest, which only grows as she leans over to squeeze my arm.

“Now, shall we get back to talking things out?”

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