Page 41 of Signed in Incubus

“It’s a deal, little witch!”

“Get up,” Prax whispered.“There’s someone at the door.”

It was the middle of the night, and I blinked several times before I remembered where I was. Then I heard the rattling at the door.

I was suddenly completely awake and alert. Someone was picking the lock to our room! Without turning on the lights, I fumbled around for my clothes. I’d fallen asleep in Prax’s arms after the galaxy’s best orgasm and was still completely naked.

“Stay here and get dressed. I’ll go investigate.” Prax kissed my forehead, then disappeared.

I quickly threw on my clothes, grabbed my clutch, and tossed my phone and wallet into it.

“Excuse me, sir. Can I help you?” Prax’s voice came from just outside the door. He sounded firm and official.

“Umm, ah, I locked my keycard inside,” said a voice that sounded vaguely familiar.

“You need to report that to the front desk, sir. They’ll issue you another card. I’ll escort you there, if you like.”

“No, that’s quite all right. I can find it myself.”

A few seconds later, Prax was back. He was in a full security guard getup. It was very convincing. And hot. “It’s that real estate agent from before.”

“Dwayne. Damn, I knew he was no good. On the plus side, not the spell, then. Unless it got to him too?”

“I don’t think so.”

“He must be snooping for my family. It wouldn’t be the first time they paid someone to spy on me. But how the hell did he know I was here?”

“The same way whoever took the photo of you at the club knew—” Prax froze, listening.

“Is he back?” I whispered.

He nodded. “Do you know a glamour spell you can use?”

I pressed my lips in a thin line, thinking. “Nope, not off the top of my head.”

“Hmm, let me see.”

I felt something touch my face.

“There. I’ll have to stay close to you to maintain this, but it should work. It’s time we got some answers.”

Next to me, Prax appeared as a woman. A very big, muscled woman in a negligee. I glanced in the mirror and blinked. I was a man. A very short, tiny man. My long hair now appeared short on my head, and the bulk of it was now on my face, like a massive beard that hid my features. He’d done the absolute minimum to hide who I was, but it worked. I looked ludicrous, laughable, and definitely not recognizable.

“We make a cute couple,” Prax whispered, catching my eye in the mirror.

I had to hold back a chuckle. This was ridiculous, and I couldn’t believe it was actually happening, but somehow, Prax had turned this scary moment—a man breaking into my room—into a funny one.

He fiddled with his phone and then handed it to me. “It’s recording straight to the cloud. Stand behind me and film.”

I held my breath and aimed the camera at the door.

The soft rattling at the door stopped, and the handle turned slowly like whoever was turning it was trying to be extra sneaky.

The light was still off, and I was impressed by the detail Prax’s phone was able to capture in the dark. Dwayne tiptoed into the room. He realized too late that we were expecting him. Prax blocked my body with his.

“Get out, you pervert!” Prax said in a sweet feminine voice that most definitely did not match the body. Then he switched on the lights.

Dwayne blinked as his eyes slowly got accustomed to the change in light. He visibly blanched, seeing before him the giant Amazonian ogress of a woman who looked like she could eat him for breakfast. And boy, was she pissed.

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