Page 69 of Spookily Yours

Even if this thing between us was the reason, if he only cared for me because we were mates, I still had him.

And I’d never felt so loved before.

Even if he hadn’t said the words.

I hadn’t either, after all.

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After our little confession, we went to my cousin Cait’s Halloween Party. She’d decked out the entire house, from lights and a fake skeleton on her porch to cobwebs hanging in every corner.

She popped out wearing a pair of fishnet tights, a ruffled top and a corset tied over her skirt. The bandana she’d tied around her forehead and her chunky jewelry just added to the pirate vibes.

“Willow!” Cait grinned, her orange hair glinting in the light. “You made it!” She looked at my demon. “And you brought your man, too.”

“You look incredible,” I said, blushing at her comment.My man.It was true, but even then, it was still so new. “Thanks for inviting us.”

“Of course! The rest of the girls are all here.” Cait’s familiar, a Russian blue cat, jumped on her shoulder, nuzzling at her cheek. “Hey, Thunder.” She scratched underneath the cat’s chin before it jumped down, coming to stand in front of Damien.

The gray cat sat, staring up at my demon, letting out a small meow.

Damien raised an eyebrow before bending down, holding out his hand. Thunder sniffed at his hand before brushing against it, back and forth, beginning to purr.

My cousin’s eyes were wide. “He doesn’t do this with anyone but me.”

Damien rubbed the top of the cat’s head before standing back up, sliding back against my side. “What can I say?” His voice was rough. “Cats love me.”

Says the cat.I chuckled. Cait didn’t know how loaded that statement was.

“This is nice,” he murmured a few minutes later at my side, drinking a beer from a plastic cup. They’d gotten orange ones and doodled fake jack-o’-lantern faces on them. It made me smile seeing my demon holding something so silly.

“Sure,” I agreed. “Until the coven descends.”

“What?”

I raised an eyebrow. “Are you ready for the interrogation?”

Like clockwork, the other ten members of our coven appeared in front of us.

Rina. Wendy. The twins who ran the renovation and construction business, Tammy and Talley. Olive. Constance. Celeste. Iris. Sophie. Gretchen. All witches of different shapes and sizes, a sea of different hair colors between them. Lavender, light blue, even neon green. And yet one thing united all of us. Our coven. The only one missing was Luna.

Cait stood sheepishly in the back.Sorry,she mouthed.

I shrugged. It was what our coven did. We had each other’s backs, and they were going to make sure he had only the noblest of intentions.

As long as they didn’t know what happened behind closed doors, I was fine with that. I wanted to keep my sex life private, thank you very much.

I loved all of them, but these girls couldgossip.

“We heard you brought your man,” Wendy offered, smiling as she sipped on her drink, her blonde hair bobbing with the motion. She’d worn a red costume with a hood, even carrying a broom along with her. “I’m Wendy,” she told Damien.

He looked her up and down before turning to me. “The Good Witch?” We’d watchedCasper Meets Wendythe other night.

I laughed. “It’s a little on the nose, isn’t it?”

He wiggled his, and I could almost see the motion of him in cat form, his whiskers moving.

Rina, standing at Wendy’s side, just laughed. Her short brown bob somehow further complemented her tanned skin tone, as if she was striving to look as far from her namesake—Sabrina—as possible.

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