Page 44 of Wedded Witch

“But you—” My mind struggles to piece together what I just saw. “You were in bed with me last night, and then?—”

Before I can finish, the front door bursts open. Kel comes charging in, completely naked except for a towel that’s barely covering him. Okay. That’s clearly the Kel from my bedroom, dog-Kel, so who the hell is this guy in the corner who looks and smells like Kel?

Dog-Kel’s eyes are wild with panic as they land on me. “Swyn, wait, I can explain?—”

“Kel?!” I shout, whipping my head between the two of them. One Kel, fully dressed and calm; another Kel, completely fucking naked, clutching a towel like his life depends on it.

My brain short-circuits.

And then the door creaks again.

Another fucking Kelwalks in, this one wearing nothing but a pair of boxers, looking just as confused as I feel. He freezes when he sees me, towel-Kel, and pamphlet-Kel standing in the room.

“Oh, for God’s sake,really?” he mutters, running a hand through his hair.

“What. The. Hell. Is. Going. On?” My voice comes out as a snarl. My hands are trembling, but I refuse to back down. I’ve seen too much weird crap in the last five minutes to pretend this is remotely normal.

“How are there three of you?!”

Towel-Kel sighs, stepping forward like he’s ready to defend himself. As soon as he gets closer, I smell the vetiver.

Oh god. The three of them all smell different. They’re different people. Fuck. How did I not notice?

“Okay, okay, just calm down?—”

“Calm down?!” I snap, my voice rising an octave. “I just woke up next to adogthat turned into you, and now there are three of you standing here like it’s just another Tuesday! Two of you are practically naked! I slept with one of you! What the hell am I supposed to do?!”

My heart is thundering in my chest, rage and panic flooding every corner of my mind.

Pamphlet-Kel, leather-scent guy, steps towards me now, hands up in a placating gesture. “It’s not what you think. We can explain?—”

“Can you? Because I’m pretty sure nothing you say will make sense right now!” I look between the three identical faces—one calm, one nervous, and one just plain annoyed — wondering if I’m overreacting, especially because I’ve not exactly been forthcoming about tellingKelthat I’m a witch invading his hometown in an attempt to break a centuries-old curse.

But the sneer on boxers-Kel’s face riles me up.

“One of you is a freakin’ dog?”

“Uh…” Naked-Kel glances at the others, awkward. “Yeah. About that…”

Boxers-Kel sighs heavily. “It’s complicated, Swyn.” He crosses his arms, clearly the more serious of the three. “We can explain everything, but you have to promise to hear us out.”

I let out a bitter laugh. “Oh, you better explain, because I am five seconds away from losing my goddamn mind. Have we all met before? You know I thought there was only one of you, right?”

A horrible thought hits me. Have I kissed more than one of these brothers? “Oh god,” I groan.

Naked-Kel steps forward again, this time with an almost pleading look.

“We didn’t want to lie to you, Swyn. Not about who we are. Not about me... shifting into the dog. It’s just... complicated. But it’s us. It’s still me. The same guy you met.”

I stare at him. “The same guy... except sometimes you’re adog. And I thought you were him!” I cry pointing to pamphlet-Kel. Leather-scent guy was definitely the first one I met. And the guy I kissed.

I slept with Vetiver Kel, which means the guy in his boxers, scowling at me was the asshole who smelt like tobacco.

Fuck. My. Life.

“Yeah,” he admits, sheepish. “My brothers can shift too.”

“You’realldogs?”

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