Page 16 of A Warlock for Halloween

I feel as if I’ve been physically struck, the barb striking deeply into my chest. “Why would I hurt the most precious person in my life?” I growl out.

Her hands push at my shoulders while her hips wiggle and dislodge my cock from her body. “You need to let me go home,” she says softly.

“This is your home. Here with me.” Frustration builds within me. I don’t know why she doesn’t understand that. Why she doesn’t feel what I do?

Getting up from the couch, I adjust my clothes and watch silently as she pulls the nightgown down over her thighs. I should be a gentleman and whisk away the evidence of our lovemaking.

I’m no gentleman and, at this moment, the idea that my seed is within her is the only thing keeping me sane.

I let out a deep breath and tunnel my fingers through my hair, raking it out of my face. “This would be so much simpler if you were a witch,” I snap.

Natalie gets to her feet. “A witch? Because you’re a warlock?”

I nod. “Precisely!”

She lets out a snort. “But I’m not, so I guess this isn’t going to work. If you could call an Uber for me, that would be great.” She heads toward the study door.

Before she can reach the door, it closes, the lock swinging into place.

Natalie rounds on me. “How did you do that?”

Frowning, I wave my hand at the door, and it opens and shuts. “It’s simple magic. A child could do it.”

“Oh shit.” Her wide eyes blink rapidly as she backs up a few steps. “Ambrose, you’re a real warlock.”

Frustration beats in my temples and I press my palms to my forehead, willing the blooming headache away. “Yes, I already told you that.”

A slightly unsettled laugh escapes Natalie, and she begins walking around the room, taking care to stay far away from me. Each step she takes causes a sharp pain in my chest, one even my magic cannot erase.

“I thought you were playing around,” she says, shoving her hands into her blonde hair. “I thought you were a magician.” Her mouth quirks up into a sad, lopsided grin. “And not a very good one.”

“I told you I was a warlock,” I repeat, striving for patience. If she were anyone else, I would have already blown up.

Thankfully she’s not anyone else. She’s my Natalie and I’m not letting her go.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

NATALIE

This is the most insane conversation of my life and I’m doing my best not to hyperventilate. Ambrose is a freaking warlock. Visions of wizards and witches are running through my mind and yeah, I’m kinda feeling in over my head here.

One question keeps charging to the front of my brain, though.

“If you’re a warlock, what do you want with me?”

His entire body stiffens, his silver eyes flaring wide, and I cringe. “You said you wouldn’t hurt me,” I remind him.

It’s as if all the energy abruptly drains out of him, leaving him looking tired and far older than the twenty-five I believed him to be. I suppose if he wasn’t joking about being a warlock he wasn’t kidding about being over four hundred years old, either.

“You are my soul mate, Natalie. I’ve been waiting for you my entire life. I love you.”

His words are like a rock hurled into a calm pond. Even after the surface ripples subside, the waters below still churn with the force of the rock’s impact.

This man has waited his entire life for me. Not just any man, but a powerful and fairly old warlock.

“So that’s how you knew my name,” I say, trying to make sense of everything. “And your eyes, those aren’t contacts, are they?”

“No, this is the natural color of my eyes. And yes, when I first touched you, I immediately knew your name and everything about you.”

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