Page 27 of Love's a Witch
“That bastard,” I hissed.
“Yup, that’s kind of the conclusion we jumped to as well.”
“I can’t believe Knox would have the power cut on us. In a snowstorm nonetheless.” Fury ripped through me.
“I mean, technically we’re fine. The house is chock-full of fireplaces, so it’s not like we’ll freeze to death. Which he knows.”
“What if we didn’t have wood? We certainly won’t have hot water. Does he want our grandmother to bathe in ice-cold water in the winter?” I seethed, digging a path in the snow in front of the bookshop.
“I think he’s making good on his threat to run us out of town. And I have to say, this is fairly effective. I have to have internet to work, and we clearly are going to need hot water to function. Damn it, but this man is exhausting.”
“He’s an asshole is what he is.”
A laugh caught my ears, and my head went up, as though scenting my prey.
Knox stood just outside a store called the Crystal Cavern, and was helping an old woman into her car.
Sure, he was going to help one old woman but leave another to freeze to death? Not on my watch.
“I’ve got eyes on him. I’ll take care of it.”
“No murdering!” Lyra’s voice went up, and I clicked the phone off, tucking it back in my pocket, fury propelling me across the street without looking.
A horn sounded, and then my feet left the ground. For a moment, I was airborne, before I landed on something hard.
Not as hard as the ground, but hard enough.
“Bloody hell, woman,” Knox said from beneath me. “You’re going to get yourself killed. What were you thinking?”
“What wasIthinking?” I reached back with my fist and hauled off.
Knox caught it with his hand a second before it reached his nose.
“Hey, hey, hey, now. Calm down, lass. That’s no way to thank me for saving you.”
“Saving me?” I sputtered, wrenching my hand from his big palm and pushing myself up from his chest. One of his arms kept me pinned against him.
I hated that I couldn’t get up under his strength.
And I hated even more that I kind of liked it.
I should not be admiring his body, or how sexy he looked all rumpled and pink-cheeked in the snow, or how his muscular arm pulled me tight against his chest.
I should be trying to kill him for putting my grandmother at risk.
“You’re just fine, Sloane. It’s just an adrenaline spike from a near miss is all.” Knox pitched his voice low, speaking to me like he was trying to calm a child with a temper tantrum, and I reached my fist up again.
He caught it easily.
“Hey, now. Violence is not the answer, my friend.”
“You cut off our electricity,” I finally bit out, furious with him.
Understanding dawned in his eyes, and I swore under my breath.
“Aye, a warning.” His voice rumbled, determination lacing his tone.
“A warning?” I gaped down at him, refusing to notice how good he felt beneath me.
