Page 12 of Wicked Love
“I’ve told you everything about my mother. And what the hell happened tonight?”
“Why’d you leave?” I asked.
“There was nothing for me there. I’m not exactly welcome, and frankly,” Melasina ran a hand through her hair, “People tend to look at me and see things that aren’t there, particularly when something negative happens. I just left before anyone looked at me and started making assumptions.”
I nodded. It made sense, and honestly, it made me feel ashamed. I’d written her off before, just as everyone else had. Before I’d met her. Even with the whole toss me out of her house using magic thing.
“What did you want to talk to me about?”
“If you recall,” I leaned back, “I asked you if you’d gone to your mother’s funeral, and for anything you remembered during that time.”
She nodded.
“The reason I ask is that we’ve had a report of someone seeing Sariah,” I said, watching her carefully.
Melasina blinked, and her mouth fell open, just a little.
It was adorable, and I wanted to kiss her, make her mouth fall open even more as she said my name, first softly, and then louder, as she screamed… I shook my head. I had to get control over my thoughts.
“How can that be?” she asked.
“I don’t know,” I said, shrugging. “Which is why I wanted to speak with you. Not only because of the disturbed graves, but because of what I’d read in the report.”
Her face and neck flushed again. “You have a report on me?” She was angry.
“Yes, Melasina, we do. We keep records of everything. Although it wasn’t a report on you but your mother. A note had been added recently that reported seeing someone who resembled your mother. Had you not hurried me out of here, I would have told you about it this morning.”
Her eyes met mine and skittered away.
Busted.
“Why’d you push me out with magic? You know that’s not—”
“Yes, I know it’s not allowed!” Melasina burst out. “I’m well aware of everything that’s not allowed!”
“And yet you did it anyway,” I stood up, moving closer to her.
“Because I didn’t want to talk about my mother yet again!” Melasina stood up as well, her hands clenched at her sides, her eyes sparking with fire.
I took another step toward her, closing the distance between us.
“Just please go away, Jasper,” Melasina said. “If my mother is not dead, there’s nothing I know about it. I can’t help you,” she put her hands out to push past me.
I caught her arm. “Are you sure about that?” I asked. “After all, we both know you use magic when it’s not completely appropriate.”
She stared at me, her anger spilling off her like water coming over the levees. Then with her free hand, she reached up and grabbed my head, pulling me down close to her.
I was so surprised I didn’t say anything.
Her lips crashed into mine, and whatever else was on my mind was lost.
Chapter Five
Melasina
Ihadn’t meant to kiss him, but even as angry as I was, he was so hot, so tempting, that I just acted without any thought.
As his lips met mine, I felt my body go up in flames. He felt amazing. It felt so, so good to be touched. To touch someone else.
