Page 45 of Spookily Yours

Normally, it was people who thought we were putting on a show, living some recreation of a witch town in the 1700s.

But there was a reason I’d never seen a demon before him. They had taught us they were bad. To fear them.

Yet I knew Damien wasn’t like that. He’d given me little peeks into his life, his mind—his heart. He wasn’t a bad person. Nor was he out here trying to get me to sign over my soul to him, or agree to some other contract.

And then… there was the way he’d kissed me.

So softly, and then with such intensity.

There’d been no mistaking the way he wanted me. Right? I’d felt it when he’d had me pinned up against the straw. Except we’d come home, and he’d… stayed away from me. Waited until I fell asleep to come in here—in cat form—and do the same.

So he might have wanted me, but he didn’t want to act on those impulses.

Which was worse?

“Damien…” I breathed, but I didn’t know what to ask. What to say.

I just turned over, facing the other wall. “I’m going back to sleep,” I murmured, not looking back at him as I heard him clamber up off of the floor.

As he padded away into the other room.

There was one thing I knew for sure: Damien might not have been a dangerous demon, but he was dangerous for my heart.

Because Iwantedhim.

Despite my best efforts, I couldn’t get back to sleep, and the rest of the night was spent tossing and turning. As the first light of dawn appeared, I quickly showered and dressed before rushing out of the house.

Maybe I didn’t know what was going on with Damien, why I was feeling this way, but it was okay—I had my sister, and she always had good advice for me. Sometimes I forgot I was the older sister, because she seemed wise beyond her years. Damn precognition skills.

It was a windy, rainy day, so I took my car, pulling into a spot right off Main Street and bundling my raincoat tighter to me as I walked to the bakery.

The moment I stepped inside, I could hear the familiar sound of my sister’s mixing bowl clattering against the counter. She normally beat me here since she rented out the apartment overtop of the bakery.

She’d piled her blonde hair high in a bun, with a pretty pink scrunchie holding it all together, matching her overall dress and turtleneck perfectly.

One of these days, I was going to find it in me to be annoyed that she always looked this cute so early in the morning. It had taken all of my energy to throw on a pair of jeans

“Mmm. Smells good in here.” It always did, without fail.

“I hope so,” she smiled. “I made doughnuts.”

My mouth watered. “Doughnuts? What’s the special occasion?” I was always trying to get her to add them to the regular menu, but Luna insisted they were too much work. Despite that, our customers loved them.

“No special occasion,” she shrugged. “I just felt like it.”

Using my magic, I moved my hand like I was going to levitate one out of the pan, but she smacked my hand away. “Later. They’re still too warm. Let the icing set.” She raised an eyebrow at me. “Why are you here so early this morning, anyway?”

Damn,I thought as I braided my hair back and tied my apron around my waist.Busted.

“No reason,” I said, busying myself with prep for the day. “I was awake, so I thought I’d come spend time with my sister.”

“Mmm.Sure.” She said it like she didn’t believe me, but at least most of that was true. Ididwant to spend time with her.

“Yup,” I said, popping thepas I got everything out to make myself a coffee.

“So, how’s your cat?” Luna asked, looking up from her bowl of dough she was working on.

“He, uh… Ran away?” I could already feel my cheeks pinking, thinking about Damien and how glad I was that hewasn’ta cat.

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