Page 28 of The Forty-Year-Old Virgin Witch

Eleven

AGGIE

My cottage was an absolute mess. The debris of my valuable herbs and ingredients mixed with broken glass on the floor, and I stared at it all in despair.

My door was somewhere on the back wall. I stood in the middle of my cottage with a feeling of absolute helplessness. It didn’t help that my mother’s voice was in my ear, lecturing that this would be an easy fix if I’d just rid myself of that pesky virginity. Not to mention, I had also just kissed two men after swearing I’d never have anything to do with the male species ever again. And boy, could they kiss back.

I grabbed a broom in determination, and Damon’s ears immediately perked up.

“You know we’re not going for a fly.”

He hunkered back down in my bed, disappointed.

“It’s not like you’d be any help,” I hissed, and he shifted until his rear pointed up at me. Typical.

“Knock knock!”

I gripped the broom and swung it as hard as I could at the smirking figure who thought he could just barge into my home a second time. I swung it at his face, shocked when it caught the side of his jaw and knocked him to the ground. Not one to miss this opportunity, I put one leather boot on his chest and pushed firmly to let him know I meant business. I tilted his chin up with my broom handle, feeling magick and irritation swirling under my skin.

Quinn was either stunned or had the wind knocked out of him—both options were fine by me as we stared each other down. His pupils dilated around that brilliant shade of turquoise, and his lips parted in what better not have been arousal. His gaze darted to my chest, and I realized I was giving him an ample view as I hung over him.

“I’ve never had a woman put me on my back before.”He remarked, his voice a bit husky.

His legs pushed up and swept my feet under me, while one hand grabbed my broom and yanked it from my hands. In less than two seconds he had successfully reversed our positions.

“There now,” he quipped, not even breathing hard. “Much better.”

Damon came flying out of nowhere, snarling and hissing as he went straight for Quinn’s face.

“Ah! Alright! Fine!”

Quinn sprang off of me faster than I thought possible as he dodged Damon’s claws and teeth. Well, at least it was good to know my familiar still had my back when it truly mattered. I brushed off my skirt and glared at him. Quinn rolled his eyes.

“I don’t get why they’re so obsessed with you. You seem like every other witch I’ve met.”

Something inside of me twinged at that, but I shook it off.

“If you figure it out let me know, because I’m just as curious as you are.” I sniped back.

He leaned against the doorframe and tousled his hair just so. I couldn't help it; I made a sound of disgust in my throat and picked up my broom.

“What, I’m not good enough but the wolf and vampyre are?”

I whirled around, not having any of his bullshit.

“I’ve met men like you, you know. The ones who think they can just crook their finger and have any woman they want. Men like you are the reason I left home, and likely the reason I’m still—”

I cut myself off, and instead busied myself by continuing to pick through the mess on the floor. The least this idiot could do was help me, seeing as he’d caused it.

Quinn rolled his eyes. “Still what? Resisting your heritage? Look at you—you look like a fucking human on your hands and knees like that! Not that I mind the view, of course.”

Damon hissed, and Quinn jerked. He sighed, then snapped his fingers. Everything on the floor swirled together in the air, and with a slight twitch of his wrist, he separated all the herbs and had them flying into neat piles on the table. Another wave of his hand repaired the glasses they had been in. The cupboard flew back together and once again sat proudly against the wall, and with a final grunt he had my door flying across the room and settling itself back in its proper place. He was sweating slightly by the time he’d finished, but Quinn looked awfully pleased with himself.

My mouth hung open.

“Not bad, eh? I’ve been working on simultaneous control as my latest endeavor." He bragged.

I ignored the flirtatious wiggle of his eyebrows, my mind racing. A man. With magick. But that meant—

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