Page 33 of To Teleport, or Not to Teleport?
Jealousy sparked low in my belly and my muscles stiffened. “Excuse me?” I asked, my voice sounding foreign to me.
He returned to my side and offered me the slip of paper between two fingers. “Here, read it. Real poetry, let me tell you.”
I raised a brow in confusion and turned the paper right side up.
Leave town before you stain her further. No one wants you back.
Looking up from the paper, I took in my street. No curtains were pulled back and no beady eyes were watching from a distance, no evidence of who could have left Grayson the message.
“Who would leave this?” I muttered.
Grayson scoffed. “Baby, most of this town is pissed I’m back.”
My blood boiled as the pressure built in my chest. “But you’re innocent! You aren’t your fucking father!”
Grayson’s brows disappeared toward his hairline, and a smile slowly spread across his face.
“Why are you smiling? This is not okay, Gray. Someone just threatened you! How dare they?”
He grabbed me by the back of my neck and drew me against himself. “You. Said. Fuck.”
My brows pinched. “No, I didn’t.”
He grinned, his eyes sparkling with emotion. “Oh, yes you did. Pretty epically too, and you stood up for me at that.”
My words came tumbling back, and my jaw dropped. “Oh, no…”
“Oh, yes,” he said and pressed his mouth to mine. “My girl cursed because she was protective of me. A little more and you’ll be accepting you’re my mate.”
I pouted. “Poo on a stick. You’re not letting this go, are you?”
Grayson puffed out his chest with pride and wrapped an arm around my shoulders. “Abso-fucking-lutely not.”
“Who do you think left the note?” I asked, winding my arm around his waist.
“Well, Kennywasjust here…”
“We both saw him leave.”
Grayson shrugged. “We did, but he’s a warlock and can pop right back. He’s clearly unhappy to have lost the girl, and I really don’t blame him. She’s quite the prize.”
“I am not a prize like some object you can display, Grayson McCune.”
“Your effectively executed use of the word fuck is a clear indication that you arenotan object.”
I groaned. “Just don’t tell Cami. I’ll never hear the end of it.”
“Oh, I already texted her.”
“What?” I squealed, drawing the attention of a few witches across the street.
Grayson tipped back his head as a beautiful belly laugh slipped free. “Goddess, your face! No, baby. I don’t think I even have Cam’s number.”
The idea of him having another woman’s number had made me stiffen. It didn’t matter Cami was my cousin and that I knew for a fact nothing but friendship had ever been between the two of them. Jealousy trickled down my spine at the mere possibility.
“What’s that face for?” he asked, pulling us forward again.
I shook my head, but after some coercion on his part, I blurted, “I don’t like the idea of you having another woman’s number.”
