Page 3 of Enchanting Her Monsters
“Mija, I warned you not to become attached to these males.”
I answer her in my mind so I don’t upset Arran.“Uh, well, damage done and all that. I don’t want you ruining this for me.”
I hear a feminine grunt of disapproval, and I feel her presence slip away.
My heart aches. I wish I could have talked to her more, but this isn’t the moment.
We quickly see our cabin ahead of us.
I bark out a laugh. “Geez. It felt like forever when you were chasing me.”
When we get close, I give Arran another kiss and study his eyes. “Do I need to be careful about touching the guys until the bond settles?”
“You’ll know if I can’t handle it, but I think we should be okay. My wild side sees them as pack.”
I sigh with relief.
Coming into my magic for the first time in my life must be enhancing my eyesight, because I can clearly see Flint, Maxum, and Calder standing outside, watching us return.
First, I wonder if something’s wrong. Then, I worry I’ve frightened them.
As soon as I’m close enough to not shout, I ask, “What’s wrong?”
Maxum chuffs and smirks at me like I’m a naughty child. “You just played a dangerous game of roulette. Thank the Fates, you won.”
“Serky wouldn’t have hurt me.” I squeeze Arran and gaze adoringly at him.
Calder throws his hands up in exasperation. “You didn’t know that for certain. A primal chase with a werewolf is dangerous, at best.” It appears he’s concerned for me, not just for the body attached to his ghost love.
Flint rushes forward and wraps a warm blanket over me. “It’s too cold for you to be out here.”
My eyes snap back to Calder. I don’t believe he’s seen me naked before and perhaps never wished to. Although he might have accidentally caught a glimpse when Maxum had Arran lick me clean. I thought Calder had been in the cabin when that happened, but when it was over, he wasn’t around.
I reach out to give Maxum and Flint a soft touch. “I’m sorry if we worried you.”
Maxum quirks an eyebrow. “You’re living for more than just yourself now. You have us. So, keep that in mind, stunt devil.”
“You should have seen me run!” I say proudly.
“Sweet witch, I did.” Maxum shakes his head. “I loved watching your juicy bottom bounce and jiggle, but you weren’t as fast as you think you were.”
“I was scared,” Flint says. “Please let us know when you plan to do something spontaneous again.”
I suppress a laugh at his comment. He’s so protective, and I don’t wish to squash his need to be the protector he was created to be. “I will plan all my reckless behavior from now on.”
“Good.” Flint pulls a twig from my hair. “I’ve realized that my danger-compass is broken around you. It’s very unsettling.”
“Oh, shit,” I say, and think about it. It really is broken—he hasn’t felt his spidey tingles when I’m in danger. “Why is that happening?”
“Could be your magic?” He shrugs.
“Or the wards your grandmother placed on you, scrambling his senses like it does with your legal documents to hide you from the world,” Maxum suggests.
“Or his heart is always on alert, worrying about you.” Calder throws out like a bomb. But as he says it, I feel the truth of it.
“Calder might be right on that.” Flint frowns. “Not reassuring.”
“But my sweetheart, it’s so romantic,” I point out.
