Page 22 of Brimstone and Broomsticks
My town? It wasn’t my town. I mean, itwasmy town in that I lived here, but not because I was a Perkins witch, or because I was the eldest Perkins witch. Nope. Not my responsibility. Let the mayor and the sheriff take care of things. All I needed to worry about was keeping my job, and not setting my ex-fiancé on fire. Oh, and the wards. That too.
“I’m coming with you.”
Yes, there was definitely a glint in Lucien’s eyes. What if he really was a demon? The son of Satan? I fully believed that demons existed, but not that one, especially one who was the son of the devil, waltzed into my town, got into a fight with a werewolf, and spent the night in county lockup.
“You most definitely are not coming with me,” I told him. “Your ass is sitting on a lumpy mattress at the hotel. All night. Alone. I’ll see you at noon when I come to pick you up.”
That slow, panty-melting grin returned. “You’ll see me before that.”
Yeah, in my wet-dreams from the direction my thoughts were heading. “Hotel. Now. I need to see Marcus before sunset.”
It was close enough to a full moon that the shifters in town got rowdy when the daylight faded from the sky. For some that meant they were itching for a fight. For the cat shifters, it meant sex. And damn, Marcus was hard enough to resist in the daylight when he wasn’t pouring on the hot-growling sexy-stuff. I reached up to touch my amulet, thinking once again how satisfying it had been to set that feline’s pants on fire.
