Page 32 of Castian

Before she could say anything he was already walking away. Tapping the ground twice with her heel she followed her suitcase as it rolled after him. Luckily the two humans couldn’t see it where they were crouched on the ground.

Not that she was worried about them, when she reached the front the first thing she saw was a black mustang. She whistled. “I didn’t know this would be our ride.”

She stopped beside her suitcase and went to lift it only for Castian to move to her side and pick it up.

“I wouldn’t want you to break a nail darling,” He teased,

Not releasing it, she gave him a sour look. “I really wish you’d pick which personality you’re going to stick with. Pick either the insane bloodthirsty killer, the bitter old warlock or the playboy. But not all three.”

His expression turned oddly vulnerable. “Do you? And what if I can’t choose?”

Oye knew she was way out of her depth. Plus, they were standing too close to each other, she could smell the warm scent of masculinity and oak scent off him. The sidewalk wasn’t very wide, and both their hands were settled atop her luggage. The two of them were very close to each other. Close enough for her to see the cracks in his identity magic. The blue color in his eyes was broken up by bold lines of brown. “Then I guess I’m just going to have to get used to it.”

Suddenly, the space between them was even smaller.

“Can you?” he demanded; eyes intense.

Oye avoided his intense stare, her mouth suddenly feeling dry. “Of course, in a mission like this they’re always different variables you have to adapt to.”

Having regained some of her composure, she turned her gaze to him. “I’ll just adapt.”

He observed her silently, before he smiled. “Then give me your suitcase, Oye.”

Her stomach tightened at the sound of her name on his lips, and she removed her hand allowing him to take it. She frowned immediately after; she couldn’t let herself soften towards him. Her past mistakes were reason enough for why she never let herself get attached, and she damn sure didn’t have time to be playing with a warlock who seemed to be fighting with his own sanity daily.

Happy that she had her reality check firmly in hand she went to the passenger side and got in. The faster they got this assignment over and done with, the better off she would be.

CASTIAN

He’d been playing with fire when he’d approached her in such a way. She was right, he couldn’t pick what part of himself to show her. Especially when he had a desire to show his true self to her, but his true self came with far more than the average man.

And when that asshole had tried to harm her he’d almost lost the little bit of control he still claimed to have. He wasn’t going to chance exposing his demons, and yet the minute some jackass human dared to try to harm Oye, he’d been ready to break every bone in his body.

Taking a deep breath, he shut the trunk. He needed to stay in control at all times.

Puzzles, riddles, were the way and he needed to mire his mind completely into them if he wanted to stay sane.

“She’s delicious, just give in”.

“No.”

The minute he gave in, he’d lose focus. Revenge was the name of the game, and he was a few miles away from his chance, he wasn’t going to give it up now.

Taking a deep breath, he shut the trunk. He needed to stay in control.

Sniffing he glanced at the Oye who was currently looking at her cell phone. “Did you spray perfume?” he asked, suppressing his irritation with himself.

“No,” she said, her nails clicking against the screen. “What reason would I have to do that?”

“Because you want me,” he said, chuckling.

The steady clicking stopped, and she lifted her gaze from her cell to his face. “How many lies do you tell yourself daily?”

Shrugging he turned the key in the ignition. “I don’t.”

She turned her eyes to her phone. “You know women aren’t attracted to narcissists.”

“I’m a warlock, with a big dick,” he said, as he turned the wheel, smirking. “All women are attracted to me.”

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