Page 112 of Enchanting Her Monsters
Fortunately, we’ve already set up this place with magical booby-traps and other surprises.
With my enhanced vision, it isn’t too hard to see over his shoulder from a few yards away. “Check my email. Rob sent me a message. When I opened it, not long after, he showed up.”
Arran snarls when he opens and reads the email. “What? Youneverbelonged to him! I wish that bastard wasn’t dead, just so I could kill him all over again.”
“Samsies, babe, samsies,” I quip. “Any other emails?”
“Uh, nothing that looks odd.”
My computer chimes with a notification from my social media account.
“Click on the messenger icon. And tell me who just messaged me.”
“I see a bunch of unread messages from what looks like a few other authors,” he answers. “And just now, it’s someone named Minerva Marvin. It’s a request to video chat.”
“Odd. We’ve never done that before.” I pace behind Arran, wondering what this means. “Decline the invite.”
“She’s asking what’s wrong… why she hasn’t seen you online. She’s worried.”
“Reply to her via text,” I dictate to him.
Jade: A lot has been going on lately. Turns out my ex is a psycho.
Minerva: Are you safe?
Jade: Yeah. Just had to leave town.
Minerva: Where are you?
Warning flags are flapping wildly in my mind. But we are fishing to see if we can catch a witch. Maybe Minerva is one, or maybe she’s just an innocent, yet naughty, paranormal author.
Telling her where I am is a test and a trap.
Jade: I’m in a little town on the East Coast.
Minerva: Oh, I know.
Suddenly, we’re surrounded by witches and warlocks. None of us move, everyone waiting for the other to throw the first magical strike.
A pretty witch saunters forward a few steps, and an alluring energy floats off her and curls around us. I almost snarl. It feels like she’s trying to sway my guys to her will.
“Hello, Jade.”
“That’s the fucking witch that tortured me!” Calder cries out.
Flint holds him by the arm, keeping the violence at bay. For another few moments at least.
My blood electrifies with his claim. I’ll kill her for what she’s done, but first, I want answers of my own.
“Minerva?” I ask. I’ve only ever seen her author logo online, but never her face. Many spicy romance authors don’t show their faces, so I had no reason to think there was something odd.
“Yes, that’s me.”
“I don’t understand… we’ve known each other for years.”
“We have, because I was the one who discovered you.” She smirks and cocks her hip out. Another wave of magic swirls out. She’s pure sex embodied, and she hoping to attract my mates’ attention and enchant them.
“How did you discover me?” I demand.
