Page 44 of Spookily Yours

Because even if she’d kissed me back—I was still a stranger. This wasn’t serious. It wasn’t like she was going to invite me to her bed.

Not again. Not yet, at least.

But…

Turning back into my cat form, I waited until she’d turned her lights off and gone to sleep, and then I slipped into her room, curling up at her feet.

Where I could protect her—my small, little witch—from harm.

THIRTEEN

willow

Iwoke up in a panic. There was something on top of me, something warm, and—I kicked, trying to get it off of me.

“Willow!” A smooth, rich,angryvoice grit out. Oh no.

“Damien?” I peeked over the bed and instantly regretted it.

“What thefuckwas that for?”

“I… I can’t…” I blinked.

He was naked. Completely nude, and gloriously bare, and—“I told you to sleep on the couch!” I practically yelled. “And can you put some clothes on,please?”

I was trying not to stare. Luckily, it was dark, and I could only see the outline of his chest and… other regions. There was no mistakingthat.

Damien’s voice was full of humor. “Why, like what you see?”

I threw a pillow at his face. “No!”Yes.I was glad it was dark enough in here to hide the flush on my face.

Damien placed the pillow over the lower half of his body, and I swallowed roughly. I was trying not to think about the shape of it. He was a large male, and even the impressive size of his package…Woah.

This was not good for my health.

“Why didn’t this happen before?”

“Because I wasn’t asleep when I transformed before.” He narrowed his eyes at me. “And I certainly didn’t expect to be kicked off the bed while I was sleeping.”

“You weresupposedto be on the couch.”

“Maybe I don’t like the couch,” he huffed, a lock of dark hair falling onto his forehead. “Besides, perhaps I just wanted to keep an eye on you.”

“To what? Make sure I don’t curse you too?” I rolled my eyes. “You can relax, Damien. I’m not going to do anything to you.”

He ground his teeth. “Maybe I’m not worried about myself.”

I blinked.Me?He was worried about…me?“Why?” I asked, nothing more than a whisper in the night.

“There are worse things out there than me, little witch. Things you can’t even imagine.”

There was more he wasn’t saying—it was obvious in his tone, in the fear that crept into his voice. Was that why he’d been so freaked out when I’d lost him in the maze?

What could such a powerful demon like him be afraid of?

I frowned. “Nothing’s going to happen to me. This is Pleasant Grove.” The name was fitting for our town. It was a happy, friendly place.Pleasant.“Not here. Our wards and spells are exceptional.”

Except… if they were so good, how did Damien get here in the first place? They should have warded off other magical species as much as they did non-magical beings. If a regular humandidsomehow end up in our town, then they would see whatever their brain would make them believe.

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