Page 64 of Bewitching Her Monsters
When I’m spent, I fall forward, and press my forehead to his back. In a moment of affection, I give Calder a kiss.
“That was fucking hell,” the gargoyle grumbles from the other bed. “Couldn’t you get your own room?”
“This is our room,” Calder sasses.
“I just wanted to show you what you’re missing,” I taunt as I unashamedly free myself from Calder’s tight ass.
Geezus, I feel bad for Flint. He didn’t like this.
The man I’m dreaming I am becomes aware of me again, and the scene freezes in the moment.“Witch? Did you enjoy the show?”he asks with an edge to his voice.
“I didn’t mean to… I just was here.”
“And you couldn’t help yourself?”he sounds a bit amused.
“This is my dream. I can do what I want,” I argue.
“No. These are my memories, and you are invading my sacred time with my lovers.”
“This is so weird,” I mumble.
“I’m tired of you poking into my thoughts.”He snarls.“There is only one explanation as to why I’m connected to you. And I think I know what it is. You should have exorcised me when you had the chance. Good night, little witch.”
Suddenly, I’m kicked out of the motel room and stuck in complete darkness.
I try to will myself to wake up, but I can’t.
20
ALL WRONG
ARRAN
Ishift and run the fifteen miles to my old house. My wolf gets there faster than I could in my other form. I needed to get out of the safe house. I needed to be alone and anywhere but there. I wanted to run to Jade, take her in my arms, and claim her mouth, her heart, and her body. But with Maxum’s reminder, I realize my affections would be rejected when she knew the truth.
Out of habit or instinct, I stop a block away from my home and call upon my senses to see if any witches or supes are lying in wait for me. When I don’t sense anyone watching, I slowly approach. My nose to the wind, I’m hoping I don’t scent anyone in my space.
Finally, I shift back to my human form as I slip in through the hidden entrance on the side of my home. I double-check my senses aren’t on the fritz by peeking in each room. Not that it’s a large house. It’s only a two-bedroom, one-bath of utter bachelor chaos. As soon as I’m sure I’m alone, I chug a large glass of water.
The fridge reveals that I’m not much better than Jade when it comes to taking care of myself. At least I have a stale loaf of bread in the fridge. I make myself a sloppy peanut butter and jelly and scarf it down.
I feel completely lost as I stand nude, forcing down the crappy meal. The sandwich sits in my gut like a brick. Pacing the tired, outdated kitchen, and I wish I was in my witch’s place. But she’s already pushing me away, and she doesn’t even know all the reasons she should.
I’m pissed at Maxum. But he’s right. We need to tell Jade the truth.
She should know about her true nature and about what I am. We all are. That Osen has been possessing her.
I have no right to prevent her from this knowledge, even if it will most definitely cost me my relationship with her. Our future.
I give the safe house landline a call.
Thankfully, it’s Flint who answers.
“Can you come get me?” I ask. “I’m at my place.”
“You okay?” His deep, grumbly voice carries a lot of concern for me.
I appreciate it and hate it in equal measure. I hate being so damned sensitive right now. But it’s as if the threat of losing Jade has me more riled than I’ve been in years—since I was cursed.
