Page 61 of Cursed Beasts

At the beginning, we had researched what we could do to counter the spell but when we realized we couldn’t even complete a bigger spell, there was no point in any more research if we couldn’t cast anything that would be strong enough.

I looked at the books, finding a few that might talk about what she was looking for when I scented Zev. I knew they were keeping an eye on her, and it was only a matter of time before they confronted me, asking me what the hell I was doing helping her.

Just the thought of having to explain myself made my mood sour. After speaking to Mr. Potter, it looked like they were going to be stubborn about her, and I was tired of it.

“This is what I found on blood magic,” I said, placing the books down on the table close to Katarina.

“Great.” She looked at the pile before going back to the two books she had opened. It was the grimoire she was trying to translate.

“Any luck?” I asked, sitting next to her, looking over to see what she had so far.

“No,” she said, looking down at the books in frustration. “Does this make sense to you? I think this might be the last thing that even looks like it might mean something.”

I didn’t mean to. What was I supposed to do? I did not choose this life. It wasn’t my decision. Why do I have to sacrifice so much for their sins?

“No,” I shook my head, feeling like it was familiar, but I had no idea from where.

“I need to finish the translation, but I feel like I’m just wasting my time.” She closed the books.

“You just need a break,” I said, passing over a book to her.

“I think I need a drink and some more sweets.” She searched her bag again, producing two more chocolates. She handed me one as she unwrapped hers.

“By a drink, do you mean moonshine?” I asked, curious. “Also, what does fuck mean?”

Her head snapped towards me after she popped a chocolate in her mouth. She looked like she was trying to hide a smile, making me instantly self-conscious.

“Yes, I need something with alcohol in it and fuck can mean lots of things,” she said with a little laugh. “I guess it depends on the context you want to use it.”

“You said ‘fuck you’ when we were chasing you. What does it mean in that context?” I popped the chocolate in my mouth, savoring the deliciousness.

“Well, when I said it that night, it was a way to say go to hell or expressing my dissatisfaction with you,” she said, looking uncomfortable. “There are so many ways to use the word fuck. It’s hard to explain them all, but if I said fuck off, then I meant leave me alone. It can also emphasize my feelings. If I said I fucking hate you, then I mean it’s like intense hate. It could also mean something sexual, like sex.”

I looked at her, amused, thinking she was cute explaining herself.

“So, if I want to emphasis something, could I say you’re fucking beautiful?”

Her cheek grew pink as she nodded her head.

“Or if I want to have sex with you, would I say I want to fucking you?”

She laughed, lighting up her whole face. I couldn’t help but smile at her amusement, even if it was at my expense. Her laugh brought light into my dark existence, and I couldn’t remember the last time I had laughed.

“Close, you would say I want to fuck you or fuck me,” she said, her eyes opening when she realized her mistake.

I leaned closer to her, smelling the chocolate and her unique scent.

“Thanks for clarifying. I’ll keep that in mind for the future.”

“Uh… you’re welcome?” She sounded unsure of herself, but she smelled of arousal.

Her violet eyes glanced down at my lips, then back up to my eyes. I leaned in a little closer with the need to kiss her. Our lips grazed when the clock chimed, and she turned her head to the side.

I fucking hate that clock.

I nuzzled her with my nose before I left a small kiss on her cheek.

Once I pulled away, she quickly stood up to put her stuff away. I grabbed the books I had taken off the shelf, and prepared to escort her to her room, when she quickly took the books from me and practically ran away from me.

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