Page 31 of Revenge is a Witch

He doesn’t wait for me to respond before he buries his face in the crook of my neck, his lips brushing against my skin, sending hot shivers down my spine. Then, his mouth opens slightly, kissing and licking the sensitive spot right at the base of my throat. The sensation is wild, overwhelming, and makes my whole body prickle with heat. My breath catches in my throat, my pulse quickening.

He holds down my wrists, but I don’t struggle. Ishould—I know I should—but I can’t move. My mind spins, and guilt stabs through me like a dagger as thoughts of Derek flood in. What am I doing? I need to stop this. Ihaveto stop this.

“Sebastian… stop,” I finally command, my voice shaky but firm.

And just like that, he freezes. Slowly, he pulls away from my neck, his eyes searching mine, and then he lets go of my wrists, sitting back slightly.

I push myself up, my mind still racing. “Get off my bed.”

He obeys, standing up as if nothing happened. "You’re a jerk," I snap, pushing myself off the bed and straightening my clothes, trying to regain some semblance of control. My skin still tingles from his touch, and I hate that it lingers. I shouldn’t be feeling like this. Not about him.

Sebastian just grins, tugging his shirt back on, slow and deliberate. "I wish I could pull away willingly, Zaria, but I don’t think I can... not for much longer."

I freeze, his words cutting through my frustration. “What do you mean by that?” I ask, crossing my arms, doing my best to sound unaffected, though my heart is still racing.

He pauses, his eyes darkening slightly as he looks at me. "Your blood… it sings to me."

I raise an eyebrow, half scoffing. "Mybloodsings to you? What the hell does that even mean?"

He shrugs, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “No matter where you are, I always know. And the closer you are, the stronger it gets. I feel the pull… the blood call.”

My brain screeches to a halt. "The blood call?" I repeat, my voice suddenly quieter. “Isn’t that like… a mate call?”

Sebastian nods, his gaze never leaving mine. "It is."

For a second, my mind blanks.Impossible.“No. No way. That’s—there’s no way. This is some weird vampire thing. Not amething.”

He just smirks, as if he’s got all the answers and I’m the one who’s late to the party. “I don’t make the rules about fate, Zaria. But I am going to enjoy the chase.” With that, he unlocks the door and slips out of the room, leaving me standing there, stunned, my heart still pounding in my chest.

How can I be a shifters mate…and a vampires?

Burning

And Other Things Bitch Witches Should Do

Ibang my head against the desk—lightly, but enough to vent some of the frustration that’s boiling up inside me. Everything about today has been… too much. Between the whole hex transfer with Sebastian and the fact that my name is now literally carved onto his skin, I can’t think straight. And it’s not just that. There’s also Derek—who Iactuallywant to be with. Even though we haven’t made anything official yet, the guilt of being attracted to Sebastian is gnawing at me.

I groan, rubbing my temples.What the hell am I doing?

Then there’s the fact that one—or possibly both—of them is lying. The whole mate situation makes no sense. Derek’s wolf, Sebastian’s blood call... it’s impossible for both of them to be right. And yet, here I am, stuck in the middle of it.

But what really gets under my skin is that Sebastian can’t lie to me now. Not without suffering. That binding hex was supposed to be for my revenge plan, not for him to start spewing thingslike my blood sings for him. He only said thatafterI carved my name onto him, which means... could it actually be true?

I groan again, slumping over my desk.This is agony.Why couldn’t I just have a normal, drama-free day? Oh, right, because I’m me.

The one silver lining? Phase four of my revenge plan practically jumped ahead of schedule. Kyla’s perfect boyfriend is no longer under her control. Sure, technically he’s now bound to me, but I’m not planning on commanding him around anytime soon. I mean, Icould—the thought has crossed my mind more than once, and I won’t lie, the idea of messing with Kyla through him would be deliciously fun—but it’s not happening.

No, for now, Sebastian can stay under his own command, and I’ll figure out the rest of this mess as I go.

As I slump over my desk, trying to figure out how to unscramble the disaster that is my life, I hear ading. It’s not from my phone, though—it’s from Kyla’s duplicate phone. The bright pink cover stares back at me, mocking my predicament.

Curious, I unlock it and check the message. It’s from Kyla, of course, and she’s texting one of her friends.Bethany.

Seb's not answering my calls again. So annoying!! he's doing it on purpose i know it.

I frown, my pulse quickening. I can feel the tension building as I keep reading.

maybe he's busy?

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