Page 21 of Spookily Yours

“Damien?” I squeaked out, looking up into a pair of blood-red eyes. “It… worked?”

“Thank fuck.”

Of course, he’s relieved that it worked.

I sat up, glancing at the bed. Someone had expertly tucked me into the sheets, my favorite fuzzy blanket from the couch wrapped all around me. Oh. I’d—“What happened?” I asked, rubbing my forehead.

The last thing I remembered was unweaving the other witches’ curse.Darkness still flooded in through the window, giving me no indication how long I’d been asleep.

He frowned. “You passed out, Willow. I…” A hand rubbed over his face. “You scared me half to death.”

I looked at my hands. “I… did?” Maybe I’d channeled more power than I realized last night, because I’d never passed out from using my magic before. It had always come to me with ease. “I didn’t know…” I turned my head to the curtains, using a flick of my hand to close them.

Even that movement was straining. My innate magic was clearly temporarily exhausted. I’d never run so ragged before. Never had a reason to.

Damien made an indistinct sound in his throat, guiding my attention back to him.

“Little witch,” he murmured, cupping my jaw with his hand. His voice was rough, like with disuse.

Goddess, help me. I couldn’t stop staring at his face. At that jawline, practically sculpted from granite. I’d never imagined my demon cat would look like this. But holy hell, anything I could have imagined paled compared to the actual man sitting in front of me.

My lips tilted up in a small smile.

“I’ve got you,” he promised. “Nothing will happen to you as long as I’m here, Willow. I vow it.”

His words sank into my skin.

As long as he was here.But how long would that be?

And why did I not want to see him go?

SIX

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Fuck.That was the first thought that had sprung to mind as Willow released me from the cursed prison I’d been in.

I’d barely been able to make it to her as her body fell to the ground, practically lifeless. If it hadn’t been for my demon abilities—that superhuman speed—I would have lost my shit. Maybe I still was.

Because my heart was racing, even as she gave me a small smile from her bed. I couldn’t help myself. That was the only explanation for what slipped out of my mouth.

I’ve got you. Nothing will happen to you as long as I’m here, Willow. I vow it.

Why had I said those words? Maybe I’d been thinking them, but they slipped out before I could stop myself.

The second I’d gotten my form back, when all of my powers had drawn back into my body, the truth had clicked in place.

Her scent hit me like a lightning bolt to my system.Mine.

She was—mine.

How did I not see it sooner? How had that curse clouded my thoughts so fully?

Especially when Iknewwhat it was like to find your—

“You’re really fine?” Willow’s question interrupted my thoughts. Her eyes were wide, the green hue so bright.

“For fuck’s sake,” I muttered, thrusting my head into my hands. Willow was concerned aboutme?Even though I’d been the one to carry her weak body to this room? “You’re the one that was hurt, and you’re asking me?”

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