Page 5 of Which Witch is Willing?
A sound of frustration escaped her. She needed a freaking break from him. He was too intense, too inflexible, and much too inviting. The more time she spent around him, the more she wanted him. They hadn’t had sex since they’d returned from wherever he’d hijacked her to. She’d missed his touch, the way he lost himself inside her, stripping away his harder outer shell and letting her glimpse the softer side of Death.
Something must have shown in her expression, for he growled and stalked toward her.
“No.” She held up her hand again, and Jinx backed up her verdict with another hiss. “That is not happening again.”
“Yes, it is. You are mine.”
Another thing they needed to talk about. He’d bonded her to him body and soul without her permission. While she loved his body—wasn’t sure if the immortal had a soul—she would have freaking liked to have been asked. That was something she found that Death never did. He took. He damn well never asked.
“I need to find my sisters, and you are getting in my way.”
“Get used to it.”
Sanctuary,Jinx meowed.
Of course! Why hadn’t she thought of that?
Men, they muddy the waters,Jinx returned.
“I need you to stay here, in my room, while I search…another part of the house.”
“Tierra—”
“I’m not leaving the manor, so you can sure as hell stay here.” She couldn’t reveal the cloaked sanctuary to him. She didn’t completely trust him. Didn’t know if she trusted him even the tiniest bit.
Hooves pounded outside followed by whinnies that echoed over the landscape like a macabre thunder. Great, there went her grass, being torn up under their razor-sharp, chopping hooves. Again.
The door crashed open and Claire rushed upstairs, hollering her name.
Tierra hurried to the top of the stairs. “I’m here.”
“Have you found them?” Claire asked, her eyes amber flames of worry and fear.
She shared a poignant look with Claire, praying she picked up her message and didn’t mentally share it with Dru who stood on the riser below her. Claire blinked and then gave a slight nod.
“Where are they?” Julian asked, from the base of the stairs, his blanched skin even paler, looking more like a cadaver than actually alive. He clutched a large trunk in his hand, the one he’d refused to leave the bowels of castle without.
Nick started up the stairs, determination in his every step.
“You guys need to stay downstairs,” Tierra said. “The room they are in is heavily warded. If it feels any kind of threat, I’m certain it won’t allow me to enter.”
“You have a room in the manor warded?” Julian asked, narrowing his eyes with interest. “Why?”
“None of your business, why. Just listen to me and stay.”They looked at her like a pack of hungry wolves.
“We aren’t men who can be ordered to stay like dogs,” Killian said beside her.
“We promised each other no more secrets,” Julian added.
Well, shit.
“Let Claire and I pass, we’ll collect Aerin and Moira, and then the four of us will discuss it.” This was not a decision she could make without the collective input of her sisters. One nod from Claire, sealed it. “We promise not to leave the manor,” she added, though that hadn’t seemed to sway Killian when she’d said it to him.
A door opened behind her, and Tierra cringed knowing who stood there. Just what they didn’t need. Plus, she’d almost forgotten about what was going on behind door number one with four Horsemen of the Apocalypse invading their home.
“Just what in all that is holy, is going on out here?” Aunt Justine asked, belting a floral robe around her waist.
Tierra slid a look over her shoulder, grateful Lila hadn’t followed and that Justine and shut the door behind her.
