Page 83 of Spookily Yours

Zain laughed, turning his attention to his brother. “She smells like you now.”

My cheeks were on fire, like he’d caught us red-handed, and Damien nuzzled his nose against my neck.

“I had to keep the other demons away from my mate somehow.”

Zain looked down at Luna, humming slightly in response.

“I can take care of myself,” she muttered, rolling her eyes as she stared out at the gardens.

Sounds a lot like someone else I know,Damien muttered into my mind.

Shut it. I’m pretty sure your brother knows what we did earlier.

So?

So, I’m mortified.

He laughed.So you don’t want to do it again?

I narrowed my eyes at him. “I didn’t say that.”

Luna raised an eyebrow at me, but I just shook my head.

I’d have time in the future where I could explain our weird telepathy thing to her. Who knows, maybe she had it too? We hadn’t exactly had a lot of time to compare ourdemonswith each other.

Resting my head against Damien’s chest, I shivered. The cool air had felt nice before, but now it was getting chillier.

Plus, I was exhausted. I’d been up since this morning, and Halloween felt like yesterday. It was weird to remind myself that it had been tonight. It must have been close to two in the morning already.

He scooped me up into his arms for the second time tonight. “Come on, my mate. Let’s get you to bed.”

I yawned. Nothing sounded better.

“Goodnight, you two,” Luna said, offering me a smile.

I gave her a wave. “Night.” I looked at Zain. “Don’t hurt my baby sister, or I’ll tear your heart out.” I looked at Damien. “Or turn you into a cat. Might be just as effective.”

My demon laughed. “I think you had too much demon wine, baby.”

“Uh-uh,” I argued, feeling myself get sleepier as we walked away. But it was hard to deny the fact when I’d had a glass in my hand most of the night. I didn’t feel drunk, though. Just a warm, pleasant buzz.

“Sleep, little witch,” he soothed. “We’ll talk more in the morning.”

I nodded into his chest.

Yes. In the morning, I’d tell him everything I’d left unsaid.

Starting with those three words.

* * *

Stretching my arms, I sat up, clutching the sheet around my naked body. Damien was sprawled out at my side, one arm possessively over my stomach.

I’d passed out in his arms the night before as he carried me. He roused me from my half-sleep to help me out of my dress before we took a brief shower together. The day had left me feeling completely depleted.

I watched him sleep, curling my fingers through his dark hair.

“I’m so glad I adopted you,” I murmured. “Thanks for being my not-cat, Demon.”

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