Page 12 of Charming Her Monsters

We might never know. Life isn’t often wrapped up in simple answers, revealed to us at the perfect time. No. Sometimes we never know why or how something happens. That being said, I want answers, and I’m determined to get them.

I don’t mention that I can’t feel Osen anymore. He might still be there and is too weak to reach out after everything that’s happened. I don’t want to upset the guys if he’s only gaining his strength back.

Deep down though, I know the real reason I’m omitting this is the insecure part of me that worries they will abandon me when I’m not useful anymore.

Maybe they are only attracted to me because an incubus is in my aura.

What if all these loving feelings they seem to feel for me are just transference?

“Hey?” Maxum calls me, and catches my chin gently in his huge hand. “Why do you feel so sad suddenly?”

I don’t want to confess my insecurities. What if they confirm my fears about what’s happening between us?

So I divert his attention. “Is Calder going to be okay?”

“Is he?” a tiny voice says.

Arran points to Maxum to get something off the floor. My demon reaches down and then places Trouble next to me on the couch. My rabbit and hamster join us shortly after.

“He should be fine, hopefully awake soon,” Arran tells them.

“Have you been okay?” I ask the other two, “Can you both talk too?”

“Scared for you!” my bunny Sage says.

I pick up the sweet little lop-eared rabbit and snuggle with her. “I’m sorry I scared you, and that I didn’t know that you could talk before.”

“We know.” She licks my fingers and pushes under my chin, her soft fur tickling me. “The metal stopped you.”

I point to my neck where my pendant would normally be. “My locket?”

“Yes.”

My guinea pig, Trouble, rolls his eyes. “She thinks sheknowsthings.”

I chuckle at the arrogant tone of the familiar I apparently have. Of all the things for me to think are crazy, my rabbit sensing stuff is not farfetched at all. In fact, that sounds down right normal anymore. I don’t poke at Trouble’s theory that my blocked ‘witch-holes’ have been cleared by Maxum’s and Arran’s dicks.

But honestly, I can’t necessarily rule that out. Maybe we need more research in that area to see if their dicks can power up my magic somehow.

Cocks for science.I really should get shirts made for them.

“Sage is probably onto something,” I say as I return to the conversation. “But you’re right, it was likely also my ignorance about the supernatural world altogether.”

Trouble grunts as though validated.

Just as I allow my shoulders to relax and feel the fatigue hit me, something stirs on the floor.

Huge wings blaze with fire, taking up my entire vision.

Calder.

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FLAMES

CALDER

My life force finally coalesces in my body, and I hear the soft voice of a woman speaking sweetly. For a moment, I’m almost lulled into a false sense of safety with the sound. Then I remember women can’t be trusted—especially witches.

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