Page 5 of Love's a Witch
With that, the man bent and picked up my suitcase, trudged out into the snow, and deposited my luggage back in the trunk of my car.
Never had my opinion of someone changed so fast. Turning, I glared at the others.
“See? I knew coming back was a mistake.”
With that, I stormed outside.
CHAPTER TWOSloane
You can’t stay here.”
His rumbly voice sent shivers across my skin as I skidded to a stop at the side of our hastily purchased car that had seen better days. I looked up, up, up, until frowning arctic-blue eyes speared mine.
Of course, he was also unbearably tall. It was unfair, really, how some people, like Lyra, hit the genetic jackpot. Granted, beauty was subjective and all, but I suspected I would be hard-pressed to find someone who didn’t find this man attractive.
“Excuse me? I can do whatever I want, thank you very much.” I blinked up at him, snatching my suitcase from the trunk, and forced myself to break the hypnosis thing that beautiful people unintentionally seemed to do to others. They couldn’t help it, which was something that I’d learned with having Lyra as a sister. But if you wanted to get through a meaningful conversation, it was best not to look directly at them. Like the sun.
“But you see, you really can’t. You have to get out of Briarhaven.”Prince Charming himself here.I gaped as he tugged the suitcase from my hand and once again lifted it back into the car.
Here’s the thing about having a curse that plagues your bloodline and forces you to move frequently—I’d learned that I didn’t toleratebad behavior from people well. I didn’thaveto tolerate it. In small towns, people needed to, for the most part, make nice with their neighbors even if they held differing viewpoints or were unlikable. ButIdidn’t have to do the same. We never lived somewhere long enough to have to work things out with a neighbor or rely on them during a town catastrophe or whatever, so when people were being assholes, well, I could just call them out on it with little thought to what damage that might do to my reputation.
Just like I did now with my new least favorite person in the world.
“Perhaps you didn’t hear me the first time? I can do whatever I like. Touch grass, Charming.” I yanked my suitcase from the car and barreled up toward the house.
“You think I’m charming?” I turned to see a corner of his mouth quirked in a sexy half smile, freezing me in place as I tried to ignore the tug of lust.
I squeaked as he brushed in front of me, stopping me steps from the door, and grabbed the handle of my bag. Jerking it from my grip, he proceeded back toward the car, waving me away like I was a gnat. Fury filled me. I lunged and took hold of the other side of the bag, forcing him to slow his forward momentum. A look of confusion crossed his face.
“Just what the hell do you think you’re doing?” I asked, tugging harder.
Charming pulled the luggage forward, as though it was a foregone conclusion that he would get his way, and I slipped in the snow that was already accumulating at our feet.
“Watch it, buddy. I’m going to—”
My feet went out from under me and air whooshed from my body as I flung my arms out, trying to catch myself before I landed in the snow.
Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending how one looked at it, the thing I happened to catch hold of was none other than Charming’s crown jewels. He gasped in surprise, somehow managing tostill catch me with one arm before I hit the pavement, while also reaching for his goods with the other.
And let me tell you, from a completely objective standpoint,they were good.
No man should be blessed with this many positive physical attributes.
Which meant there must be serious issues in other areas. Likely his personality. Or his apparent expectation that everyone should follow his orders. Focusing on the negative so I could ignore the desire that fluttered in my chest like a butterfly trying to escape, I glared up at his perfect face. His arm was still wrapped around my waist, and I couldn’t help but notice he was basically made of muscle.
Becauseof coursehe was.
Charming subtly adjusted himself, wincing lightly, and I steeled my gaze.
“I’m not going to apologize for that. You brought this upon yourself.”
“Noted.” A faint wisp of the Highlands hovered in his voice, and my insides curled at the soft burr.
The man had the gall to turn and move toward my suitcase again, and I almost drop-kicked him off the pavement. Almost, because, well, I’d likely break my foot against all that muscle. Nevertheless, maybe I could sneak a karate chop into his collarbone to deter him. Sighing, I placed myself between him and the bag and waved my hand in front of his face.
“Hello?Sir?Is there anyone in there?”
He raised an eyebrow at me but said nothing.
