Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 68024 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68024 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
“He’s worried,” I whisper into Jonas’s neck.
“That makes two of us,” he replies and buries his lips in my hair at the top of my head.
“You have no need to worry about me.” I pull back so I can look him in the eyes. “For fuck’s sake, Jonas, what you’ve lived through is torture.”
“I didn’t know you’d dream that when I linked us,” he says, shaking his head, his voice trembling with guilt. “I would have done whatever was needed to block that from you.”
“No, I’m glad you didn’t.” I take his face in my hands and feel his arms tighten around me. “If anything, this only reinforces how important it is for us to find a way to break this curse. We will figure this out.”
“I have one request,” he says as he pushes my hair off my face.
“What’s that?”
“The next time you run out of your house, please put something on.”
I glance down and realize that all I’m wearing is a white tank top that’s so old you can see through it and a pair of Hello Kitty panties.
“I mean, the important bits are covered.”
He raises an eyebrow, and I grin. “Call me old-fashioned,” he says. “Also, I’m still a human man, and you tempt me when you’re fully clothed, Luciana. Makes it difficult for me to be a gentleman.”
A slow smile spreads across my face, and I press a little closer to him. “Is that so? How fascinating.”
His mouth latches on to mine, and I bury my hands in his hair, unable to resist him. My breasts ache for his touch, and as though he just knows, his hand closes around one, and his teeth scrape over my lower lip.
Goddess, I want you. Even in his thoughts, his voice is rough with need.
But before I can shift and straddle him, we hear voices in the other room.
And then, “Oops.”
Instantly, Jonas shifts to block me from view, and I just sigh.
“Hi, Breena,” I call out.
“Lorelei’s here, too,” Breena replies. “Sorry for interrupting, but we brought bagels from Jaho.”
“And I know you need us,” Lorelei says, having no issue at all walking right in and propping her hands on her hips. “Hi. I’m Lorelei. And this is Breena. We’re all practically sisters. There’s something fishy about you.”
“Lora,” I hiss, but Jonas just chuckles.
“It’s okay,” he says. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’ve heard much about you.”
“I don’t think we’ve heard enough about you,” Breena says kindly. “But I’ll share my bagel with you, and we can ask all the nosy questions.”
“I’m going to get dressed,” I announce and climb off Jonas’s lap. I walk unashamedly up the steps to my bedroom without even bothering to try and cover myself.
“I like your panties,” Lorelei calls after me.
It doesn’t take me long to dress in a green sweater and faded blue jeans. When I return downstairs, I find everyone in the kitchen, eating and laughing.
“It’s good to see that you’re all friends now,” I say as I take the extended plate from Breena and bite into a bagel with cream cheese. “Jaho is the best. But I’m psychic enough to know that you didn’t just come over for breakfast.”
“As I said, I knew you needed us,” Lorelei says, still eyeing Jonas speculatively. “I heard you crying this morning over the sound of the shoreline.”
“I’m okay,” I reply and then roll my eyes when Lorelei frowns at me. “I really am. I just had some interesting dreams, that’s all. We’ve all been dreaming lately.”
“Hmm,” she replies and pops the last of her bagel into her mouth. “If you say so.”
“I do. Also, we need to call an emergency meeting with the coven.”
“Why?” they ask in unison.
“Because there’s a lot going on, and I need their help.” I sigh and glance at Jonas.
You can tell them.
I know, but then I’ll have to explain it all again with the others. I’d like to tell it just once.
“Why do I get the feeling they’re having an entire conversation without us?” Breena asks Lorelei.
“Because they are,” Lorelei answers. “And it’s rude.”
“Just trust me,” I plead quietly. “We need this meeting. As soon as possible.”
“So, he is a witch, then,” Breena says with a smile.
“You have no idea.”
“Thank you all for coming so quickly.”
It’s only been about six hours, but we’re all assembled at the aunts’ house, outside on their beautiful patio, sipping tea.
Xander, the coven leader, leans against the pergola post, watching Lorelei openly. His jaw is tight, and a muscle in his cheek ticks in frustration.
But Lorelei just ignores him and sips her tea.
“What’s going on, darling girl?” Astrid asks kindly. “And, please, introduce us to your handsome guest.”
“Everybody, this is Jonas Morley,” I begin and nod when both Astrid and Hilda look at me in surprise. “This is the man I told you about the other day, the one I saw in the woods.”