Page 75 of Witch Undecided
“I get it. But he’s not the enemy.”
Tor stroked my jaw with his thumb. “I’ll try. But I’m not used to sharing.”
Rune and Leif coughed meaningfully at the same time.
Tor looked heavenward. “Not you guys. I can share with you guys.”
I couldn’t help but smile. “I get it. Go. Keep the packs safe. I’ll see you guys in a couple of days.”
“Hello, guys, she’s not leaving the country,” Sloane said.
Tor shot her a hard glance and she held up her hands and stepped back. “Take your time, not like I have anywhere to be.”
Tor leaned in and kissed my forehead. I closed my eyes and inhaled his scent, allowing the mating bond to surge up between us and pull me closer. He hugged me to his powerful chest for a long beat, and need washed through me, urging me to push up against him and nuzzle his throat. I tamped down on it, focusing instead on the warm, fuzzy feeling in my chest, this new sensation of home and safety. Crazy because Tor was danger and sex. He was authority and command, the kind of guy who’d put me over his knee and spank me, and fuck, I’d even let him. But right now, there was an overwhelming feeling of security.
He released me almost reluctantly and looked deep into my eyes, his expression serious. “Stay out of trouble.” He looked at Sloane. “If she gets hurt it’ll be on you.”
Sloane crossed her arms and flicked up her brows. “Would you like to rephrase that, Tor?”
His jaw ticked. “Just take care of her.”
Sloane smiled. “With pleasure.”
I left the guys to head upstairs to pack a bag.
“Less boots, more clothes,” Sloane called after me.
Yeah, like that was gonna happen.
Wren madea beeline for the dining hall as soon as we got into the mansion, and it wasn’t long before he’d been carried off by one of the resident ghosts. He was going to get his cocoa after all, and probably some baked treats to go with it. Wren was living the dream.
Sloane insisted on walking me all the way to the east wing. To be honest, I wasn’t looking forward to being back in the room where I’d been attacked by a revenant, and my face must have communicated that.
“The wards are back up,” Sloane said. “You’re safe.”
“I know. It just feels weird being back here. The cabin and the guys feel like home.”
“The coven is your home too,” she said.
“I know.”
“It’s not easy straddling two worlds.”
“It helps that these two worlds are so intertwined.” We climbed the steps that would lead us to my floor.
She slid a glance my way. “I spoke to Conah. He had some epic stories to tell about you.”
“He did?”
“You sound surprised.”
“I’m far from epic.”
“Oh? So, youdidn’tride a dragomite? You know, fire-breathing, dragon-like demon?”
Ah, that. I grinned. “Yeah…I might have done that.”
She shook her head. “Epic.”
