Page 175 of Mayhem and Minnie

“I won’t take your dirty money. You’re an abomination, that’s what you are,” she growls in a thick, almost unnatural voice.

Funny, with that timbre, I’d say she’s the abomination, not me.

Yet I’ve seen how well I fare in the face of magic, so I decide to cut my losses. She’s not going to answer any of my questions. But before I can leave, I quickly dash back to the study and grab the strand of hair. Even I know better than to trust a witch with something like this.

Sarah doesn’t seem to take my short detour very well, and before I know it, books fly off the shelves as a strong gust of wind accumulates inside the house. It gathers up in the shape of a vortex, and it’s aimed right at me.

Oh, fuck.

I duck just as a heavy book is about to hit me in the head.

“Get. Out!” Sarah continues to shout.

With tens of books flying off the shelves and aimed at me, I do my best to dodge them as I run for the exit.

Just my luck, though, as I reach the door, I note that there are a bunch of locks in place.

I start to unlock each of them, but the books keep flying toward my head, the intent to do me harm clear.

They knock against the wooden door with a thud, and I move right and left to avoid being the target.

Sarah comes into view, her hair standing up as if electrified. She glares at me as she does some movements with her hands. A ball of energy emerges from her palms, and I barely manage to pull the last latch and open the door before she decides to throw the blow my way.

But if that’s not plenty of surprises for the day, as soon as I open the door, I come face to face with Minnie.

Her expression is dry as she stares at Sarah.

“Business?” She raises a brow as she looks at me.

“Not anymore,” I mutter as I take her hand. I try to pull her away, but she won’t budge.

Sarah chases after me, but as she sees Minnie, she stops in her tracks.

Minnie glares at her.

“She’s crazy,” I whisper. “We need to leave. Now.”

“This is my man,” Minnie states pointedly.

Sarah takes a step back.

Her hair is back to normal, and her eyes slowly return to their original shade.

She squares her shoulders and cowers back, her expression now one of fear.

“I apologize,” she murmurs subserviently.

What the fuck?

“Please forgive me,” Sarah continues, her knees bending until they hit the ground. She bows in front of Minnie, hitting her forehead against the wooden floor in a kowtow.

Double what the fuck!

At the same time, I have to admit that Minnie claiming me as her man is hot as fuck. Although now’s not the time to be horny. A witch just tried to kill me and my almost lover seems to be a psycho stalker.

Hot. My stalker, that is. Not almost being killed by a witch. That kind of sucks.

Minnie nods at her before finally allowing me to draw her away from the house.

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