Page 21 of All's Fair in Love and Magic

I tugged my shorts back into place as I got out of bed, padding across the room. There was a grocery bag just inside the door, and I crouched down in front of it.

Inside, there was a pair of sweats, two t-shirts, and two bikinis. There was no normal underwear, and all of the clothes were preowned, but that was fine. I didn’t need anything fancy.

Taking one of the bikinis and a t-shirt into the bathroom with me, I slipped into the shower.

The door didn’t lock, so I just had to hope Liam would give me privacy.

Unfortunately, that hope didn’t last long.

He rapped on the bathroom door after a minute, and I held an arm around my tits as he poked his head in. His gaze moved slowly over my figure before he cleared his throat.

“I need to check in with Bailey and Harv. It shouldn’t take long.”

“Great. Have fun.”

He hesitated for a moment before finally leaving the bathroom. I heard the door shut a minute later, and let out a long breath.

Everyone still knew his room’s code, so I had precisely zero security at the moment.

I scrubbed my skin and hair in thirty seconds flat, drying off and getting dressed in another thirty seconds.

When I was done, I padded back out of the bathroom while I dried my hair with a towel.

I had no idea when Liam was going to get back, so there was no point in sitting in his room. He said it wouldn’t take long, but I had work to do.

I didn’t think we needed to spend every minute of the day together, either.

And I really didn’t want to be a sitting duck, waiting for Cecil or one of his many friends to attack me in Liam’s room.

My stomach rumbled with hunger, and I could clearly visualize my bubble spell.

I still had at least a full day of work to do on it, to finish strengthening it. Hopefully by tomorrow, Liam would have a spellbook I could use to try to tackle whatever the next biggest one was after that.

So, I might as well get going.

Liam would figure out where I went when he got back. Probably. Assuming a certain vampire receptionist didn’t eat me while I was gone.

I slipped out of the bedroom after sliding two of my sharp hairpins onto the straps of my swimsuit top, so I wouldn’t lose them.

Even getting attacked by Cecil outside the room was far easier to stomach than just sitting on Liam’s bed and waiting for someone to try to kill me.

Especially when I was still sweaty, and I couldn’t stop remembering the way his hand felt between my thighs.

Yeah. Leaving was definitely the best idea.

The hallway was empty, and I waited in silence for the elevator to rise. When the doors opened, there were two women standing inside. Both of their magical auras told me they were shifters, though the power was unique enough that I had no idea what they could shift into.

Both were tall and athletic-looking, like all shifters.

One had light skin and long blonde hair. The other was tan, with bright red hair. They were both leaning against the wall of the elevator, their gazes fixed on something in front of them. Since they stood somewhat close to each other, it seemed fair to assume they knew each other.

Though I didn’t want to make small talk, I wasn’t about to walk down twenty floors of stairs, so I slipped inside with them. I hoped that because they were shifters, they weren’t friends with Cecil.

“Are you Liam’s witch?” the blonde asked, as the elevator descended.

“Um, I guess. I don’t particularly want to belong to him, but that does seem to be the situation I’ve landed myself in, so…” I trailed off.

The redhead snorted. “In our world, that’s a common problem to have.”

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