Page 23 of Magic's Rise

“Yes you can, you annoying man!” I shake my fist at him, wand dancing in the air. “We are totally at a Monday right now.”

“We’re negative Mondays!” He stomps into the room and snatches the wand from my hand, then waves it under my nose. “We are in Mondays from last July!”

I jut out my chin. “Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah!”

I don’t know who moves first, but one second we’re yelling in each other’s faces, and the next second, I’m flat on my back on the interrogation table with Haut’s mouth on mine and my legs around his muscular waist.

His hard length ruts against my center, sending heat spiraling through me. A rough hand tangles in my hair, tipping my head to the side to deepen the kiss, and a moan of desire escapes me.

This is so much better than the first time I was interrogated. Back then, we made it at least twenty minutes before we started tearing at each other’s clothes.

“Please don’t say you called us down here to watch you guys go at it. We get enough of that at the house,” Tris drawls from the doorway.

I pull my stinging lips from Haut’s kisses. “Shut up, we’re fighting right now!”

“Is it about the door?” Footsteps come into the room, and Ambros peers over Haut’s broad shoulder. “Because with a few new hinges and some liquid wood, I think we can fix that.”

“No, it’s because Haut imprisoned me in the interrogation room.” My nails rake down his back. “And then he said he disliked me as much as July.”

“You guys have such a weird rating system,” Tris says. “What does that even mean?”

“That we’re in the negatives on how we feel about each other.” Haut lifts his head to glare down at me. “And I only locked you in here because you were attempting to sneak out of town with that outsider.”

“His name is Levi, and I was only going to sneak off because—” Suddenly remembering what started all this, I smack Haut in the face. “How dare you plan to dump a baby-making spell on me at the last minute. Were you also planning to hunt me through the woods and breed me like a broodmare?”

“If I planned to hunt you, it would be because you’re my sacred mate.” Cheek turning red from my slap, he catches my wrists and pins them to the table. “And you’re so easy to catch you wouldn’t even make it off the porch.”

My eyes narrow, and I rub my sock covered foot against his ass. “Oh, yeah?”

He leans down, his nose almost touching mine. “Yeah.”

Wrestling my wrist free from his hold, I snatch my wand off the table where Haut dropped it and smack him on the head. “Bajinga!”

Lightning jumps, and he flies off me, only Ambros’s fast reflexes saving Haut from hitting the wall.

Ambros sets him down, and Haut whips back toward me with a growl, but I can’t take him seriously with his hair sticking up in every direction.

“Ha!” I wiggle my toes at him. “Fear the sock lightning!”

He smooths down his chestnut waves. “Is that a trick Aspen taught you?”

“No, that’s something I taught her.” Owen appears in the doorway next to Tris. “If you’re done flirting, I’d like to know what’s going on.”

Ambros nods. “As would I.”

I tuck my wand back into its sheath and pull my sleeve down to cover it. “Like I said, the whole secret plan to use Rowe to make magic babies has been revealed. Since I didn’t agree to that, I will be skipping the orgy festival to help out the werewolves in Silver Hollow.”

“You absolutely did not say that.” Tris glances between Haut and Owen. “There was a pregnancy secret? And you didn’t tell the rest of us?”

“Rowe’s not even fertile right now.” Ros’s nostrils flare, and he reveals a hint of fang. “She’s only just finished her period.”

Blood rushes to my face. “Oh my god. No. We do not talk about this.”

He rolls his beautiful blue-green eyes at me. “I keep your feminine hygiene products stocked in the bathroom because you never remember when you’ll start, despite the app I downloaded on your phone.”

“Stop!” I cover my ears. “Never say those words again!”

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