Page 49 of Spookily Yours

I took another sip as the two girls danced. They’d been playing popular Halloween songs all night. Some I recognized, and others I had never heard before. While I wasn’t well versed in a lot of human culture—especially with their holidays—I’d spent my fair share of time while on this mission in bars. That, at least, wasn’t all that different from the demon realm.

And it was the reason I didn’t take my eyes off of them. Not for a second.

Part of me had hoped to find the girl I was looking for in one, but that had only led to me being cursed. The damn witch who took one look at me, talking to her sister, and decided I was bad news. Well, I deserved that.

Especially when the girl I’d been searching for was currently by Willow’s side. She’d been here all along, like destiny was just waiting for me to find both of them.

Gods. Her sister.

How was I going to explain everything to her? I rubbed my thumb over the top of my glass. I’d been doing so good all week, trying to build a relationship with her. Getting to knowher.

I watched her human movies and then she told me about her past. What growing up here was like. About her relationship with her coven and her sister. How she’d thought about moving somewhere else after college. I couldn’t listen to her talk about the human boys she’dbeen with, not without my veins filling with rage. The jealousy was almost suffocating, the way it hit me out of nowhere.

There was no prying my eyes away from her.

The redheaded boy from the library was moving closer to my witch, making my hair practically stand up on my arms. My body sang for me to defend her, to claim her publicly.

To make it known that she wasmine.

I was out of my chair before I knew what I was doing, pulling Willow’s body into mine. Covering her in my scent.

Her head tilted back to look at me, and I watched as her cheeks pinked. Fuck, I liked that. How had I gone this whole week without touching her? Without taking her lips in mine again?

“She’s here with me,” I repeated, as the young wizard looked between the two of us.

“I’m sorry, Willow.” He looked embarrassed. “I didn’t know you were seeing anyone.”

“We’re just…” My witch looked up at me as she said, “It’s still new.” She offered him a small shrug.

“Hey, no worries.” He gave a sad smile before turning around, going to the other side of the packed dance floor.

“Do you want to get a drink?” I murmured into her ear, my lips brushing against her neck as I pulled away.

She nodded, mumbling, “Mhm,” in response. Even the tips of her ears were a little pink as she slipped her hand into mine and led me back across the room.

Willow slid onto a barstool, her hand staying intertwined in mine even as I took the one next to her. Watching her, my eyes traced her flushed cheeks, her eyes twinkling as she ordered another drink. If only I could commit it to memory, so I’d never have to forget this moment. Or her.

Once she had the cocktail in her hands, she spun around to look at me, her eyes bright. “Hi.”

“Hey,” I practically grunted back.

I was still struggling with the possession I’d felt earlier, the need to claim her as mine in front of everyone. Her smell was in my nostrils, and I wanted it deeper. In my lungs, maybe. Burrowed underneath my skin. My innate nature was hard to deny.

“Sorry if this is boring for you,” my witch frowned.

It wasn’t. Not when I’d been unable to take my eyes off of her all fucking night.

“You could never bore me,” I said. Fuck it all. I didn’t like the distance we’d had in the past week, so maybe it was time for honesty. “Besides, this is... enlightening.”

Watching her. Seeing how she let loose.

“Hm? Can demons get drunk, anyway?” Willow wondered out loud, sucking on the straw of her drink, her eyes wide as she watched me.

“Of course we can.” I looked around the room. Luckily, no one was paying attention to us or her words, or else we could be in trouble.

Not because I was worried about something happening to me. The last thing I wanted was for someone to confront Willow aboutme.The idea that I could make problems for her just because of who I was… I didn’t like that. But I was already here, being a selfish bastard, all because I couldn’t seem to walk away from her—but I didn’t want to affect her reputation.

Because it was clear, any time she was around other people, whether it was flitting around the bar or in her coffee shop, just how beloved she was.

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