Page 94 of The Secret Life of a Witch

“That’s the second time you’ve said that in the last thirty seconds.” I stroke his cheek with my fingertip. “That’s okay, though. I still think you’re pretty.”

“Well, for the record, I think you’re pretty, too.” He sweeps strands of hair out of my eyes. “But you should also know that someone slipped some love confession potion into the bubbles.”

“Oh.” I rack my brain for why that’s bad, but all I see are confessions waiting to be divulged. “Does that mean you were slipped some, too?”

“Well, it’s in the bubbles, but since I have this.” He taps the collar of his shirt where the love potion repellent pendant is hidden. “I’m not affected.”

“Well, that’s not very fair.” I sulk. “Who would want to do this to me?”

When he hands me the card, my pout deepens.

Evalee,

I told you I would get my revenge. Inside the bubbles is a bit of love confession potion that will force you to reveal your true feelings to Hunter. And I can’t wait to enjoy watching him crush your heart.

Sincerely,

Claire

Crap. Through all the madness, I’d completely forgotten about how Claire texted me and threatened to get me back for accidentally spilling that she had a crush on Troy. This was back in high school, and the only reason I spilled the beans is because I was blasted with a spilling secrets spell.

Well, I guess she’s finally getting her revenge, because I’m about to pour my heart and soul out to Hunter.

“Hunter, I need to tell you something,” I say, then take a deep breath. “I think?—”

He stops me with a kiss while pulling my body flush to his. He winds his arm around me and finds my ass as his tongue parts my lips. But as quickly as the wonderfully sporadic kiss started, it ends as he pulls away.

“I don’t want to hear it like this. I want you to have a clear head when you—we say it.” He kisses me again before turning toward Peyton. “Just get us to the tent so we can distract her.”

Peyton nods and walks forward while Hunter fuses his lips against mine. He kisses me deeply while leading me somewhere, and I easily follow, completely trusting him. By the time wefinally do come up for air, I’m breathless and we’re standing in a big red tent. And we’re not alone.

Max, the sexy Gothic prince demon, and Ryleigh, the zombie witch, are standing near the far back wall. Max takes one look at Hunter’s arm wrapped around my waist, and then shakes his head.

“So, you forgave him.” He tsks me as he pushes away from the wall of the tent. The chain attached to his beltloops jingles as he makes his way toward me. “Eva, I’m so disappointed in you. And I thought I told you to come alone.”

“Like I would let her come here alone to meet you,” Hunter says, drawing me closer to him.

I feel the strangest tug toward Max and nearly run for him, but luckily, I keep my feet planted. As an extra precaution, though, I loop my arms around Hunter’s waist.

“I don’t care what you want,” I retort, flitting a gaze at Ryleigh. “Stealing my sister to get me here … You’re so evil.”

He stops just short of us. “I’m a demon,” he says likeduh. “What do you expect?”

“I don’t know, but you’re going to let my sister go.” I let go of Hunter and reach for Ryleigh. “Come on; let’s go home.”

Ryleigh doesn’t budge, cowering against the wall while looking undecidedly at Max.

Max grins, rubbing his jawline. “Well, it appears that perhaps she’s gotten a bit attached to the evil demon.”

“What did you do to her?” I seethe. “Poison her? Put a curse on her?”

Pity fills his eyes. “My sweet, naive, little rainbow trout, if only that were true.” He reaches for me to do who knows what, and I just about let him.

At the last second, I snap out of my trance and trip back into Hunter’s arms.

Peyton shuffles forward as if ready to fight, which I’m grateful for. However, the last thing I want is to start a fight, so I motion for her to hang on a second. She frowns begrudgingly, but obeys, staying put.

“Why did you want me to come here?” I bite out to Max. “Just to rub it in my face that you can steal my sister if you want to? My sister who you probably killed, by the way.”

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