Page 8 of Enchanting Her Monsters
Then Maxum lets out a booming laugh.
Her eyes dart to him with a snarl. “What’s so flippin’ funny about killing my mate?”
Dang, she’s fierce. It’s hotter than it should be.
“He’s not a damned dog, little witch.” Maxum wheezes with laughter. “It doesn’t poison him.”
“Oh, whoops.” She turns bright red again and sinks down into herself, burying her face in Arran’s chest. “My bad.”
Arran chuckles and strokes along her back. “I appreciate the sentiment, but please never try to choc-block a werewolf,” he jokes and kisses her temple.
“Arran has a sweet fang, but he won’t admit it,” I add, and I’m rewarded with Jade’s laughter.
Flint picks up the damaged muffin, pulls off the crushed side that impacted the ground, and eats the rest.
Jade offers Arran her muffin as an apology. After a bit of fuss, he accepts, then feeds her a few bites when she finishes eating the sliced apples and peanut butter Flint gave her.
She licks Arran’s fingertips clean of crumbs, and I imagine her licking something else… Dang, I need to get my shit together. Maybe I should go buy a tent and rough it outside of this cabin.
“Amira wants me to meet with her soon.” Jade appears apprehensive at the idea.
“Hopefully, she will be able to help you control your new magic and understand how you connect with spirits,” Flint says, taking Jade’s finished plate from her to clean.
“I hope so too,” Maxum agrees. “And I’d like to chat with Darius about our home realm. Find out what’s been going on lately in hell.” He smiles at Jade. “I’ll walk you over to the main house.”
“I’m going to do a sweep of the area,” Flint says and hurries out the door. He doesn’t like new places or situations, and he’s on edge, being at the mercy of another witch’s protection. No doubt he’s worried about Jade being attacked again.
Jade pouts while she watches him run off. The big oaf didn’t even give her a hug or kiss goodbye. He’s going to need some pointers on how to be in a relationship with a mostly human woman.
I see the angst clearly written on Arran’s face. He doesn’t appreciate the idea of being separated from Jade so soon after their mate bond. Goddess, I have no idea why he bonded with her with all that’s going on.
He should have waited until Jade’s ex wasn’t a problem anymore.
Maxum pulls out a sheet of paper with a sketch on it and places it in front of Jade.
“What’s this?” she asks, studying the page filled with sigils and glyphs.
“These are the markings I saw on your body. I thought we could show Amira to see what she recognizes.”
Jade’s eyes widen in shock. “Do you have an eidetic memory?”
“Mostly… for the things that interest me.” He smirks. “And you interest me.”
I roll my eyes but lean over to check out the designs. “Strange. They almost look like fae sigils, but not quite. Are you sure you got them right?”
The demon gives me a pissy glare. “I got it fucking right, bird brain. That’s why they confused me. But I had hoped it was some sort of secret witch thing and maybe Amira would tell Jade about them.”
Maxum leads Jade away toward the main house and Arran huffs out a breath just like his wolf might.
“Get a grip, buddy,” I tease and finish cleaning up our morning meal. “She’s going across the field, not to another realm.”
“It’s the bond. For a little while, every time she leaves the room, I’m going to be a pathetic mess.” Arran sets his golden gaze on me, and I know he’s wondering where I stand with this development. “Well?”
“Well, what?” I ask, just to drag it out. I don’t want to answer him.
“Dude, really?” Arran shakes his head. “Out with it. Tell me I’m a dumbass for claiming Jade.”
“You’re a dumbass?” I say with zero conviction and as a question.
