Page 87 of Enchanting Her Monsters
Then all hell breaks loose.
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DRAWING THE DARKNESS
JADE
Ismile to myself when I feel the gaze of all four of my guys on me as I sit in the cafe window, using my computer to check on my accounts and sales.
No surprise that my sales have slumped a bit, but not as bad as it could be since I’m not around to promote them. I resist the urge to pop onto social media and see what the latest situation in the book world is.
I take the last bite of my pastry and mouth-gasm from the treat. We’ve been living off some bland meals lately and I’m looking forward to stocking up on some groceries today.
I check my emails and find a few from fellow authors who noticed my absence. My virtual assistant, who creates graphics and promotes book releases, has inquired about the book I was supposed to release in a couple of weeks.
I’m definitely missing that deadline. I can’t reach out to her right now, though because it could give away my location if someone is watching our interactions.
Damn, I swear there are nine flipping million emails in my inbox. I need to unsubscribe to the businesses that blast me every single day. It didn’t feel that overwhelming before since I checked my email several times a day in my old, regular non-magical life.
My blood runs ice cold when I see a newer message from Rob. Sent right after his failed attempt to cast his hypnosis spell and abduct me from Maxum’s lake house.
My cursor hovers over the email, debating if I should open the email with the subject:
RE: This is your last chance to choose me or…
Like we had a real relationship, and he’s giving me some ultimatum.
I doubt he will know if I read his email, so I click on it.
“You’ve had your fun, but you know you belong to me. Come back before it’s too late. You wouldn’t want to see how much it costs your lovers if you remain with them.”
I’ll give it to the bastard. He didn’t technically threaten them, but he did.
I turn off the computer and pack my crap up. Fuck him and his click bait. Taking a deep breath, I shrug off his threat. He wants to get me riled up, and I can’t let him win yet again.
Remembering how he hurt me on so many levels, I force myself to take another deep breath to calm down.
I give Maxum a wide, unbothered smile as I saunter toward the door to join him.
A shout comes from behind me. Which is odd. There aren’t kids in the cafe and it’s been fairly quiet this whole time.
I spin to see what’s going on and find a strange glow coming from the restroom hallway. A man flies from the corridor and slides along the tile floor.
Then someone else emerges—the attacker—and he’s storming straight for me.
Fucking Rob.
Survival instincts kick in and I whirl around to run from my predator.
Maxum tugs on the glass door handles, which only warp from the force of his pull. The glass glimmers with magic, likely some sort of force field to keep my guys out.
Magic that feels like a giant fist slams me in the back and I fall on my face, knocking the wind out of me. I lay prone on the floor when something wraps around my ankles and yanks me, dragging me quickly toward Rob.
He begins to chant his spell to hypnotize me.
I throw up my mental shields to prevent him from controlling my mind.
Once I’m at his feet, I come to an abrupt stop.
