Page 89 of The Powerless Witch

“Do not fucking stop!” Roman snarled, and I wanted to tell him I couldn’t even if I wanted to, but my mind was too empty for words. Continuing my thrust while she whimpered and panted, I fell over the edge just a few moments later. Then Roman came with a long groan, his nails digging into her hips so hard that they drew blood.

We didn’t move, not for a few long moments, our heavy breathing and the thundering of two hearts was the only sound in the world. Then Roman withdrew and Celeste crumpled on top of me. Her body was no longer burning to the touch and while the air was still thick with magic, it didn’t feel as suffocating as before—even though the smell of sweat, sex, and blood had intensified.

Roman buttoned his pants and headed toward a small alcove on the other side of the room when Celeste shifted on top of me. Reality slowly settled in and she stared at me with a thoughtful gaze, as if wondering what was going inside my head.

‘Are you alright?’her voice echoed in my mind and I blinked in surprise until her presence disappeared, leaving me jarring empty.

“Your head is a mess,” she said out loud and I scoffed, wrapping a tentative arm around her. She didn’t pull away.

I had sex with her and…Roman. Fucking Roman! Could today get any…weirder? I wanted to run out of there and never return, but feeling her body snuggled against mine rendered me completely powerless.

“What happened today? You smell of blood and magic—not just my magic.”

I gave her an annoyed look.

“I should be asking you this question. How are you here and what is going on? One day you don’t have magic and the next you have too much. Start speaking.Now.”

Celeste opened her mouth, but it was Roman who answered me.

“Later.” I tensed when he leaned down, reaching toward us. No, not toward us—toward her. “Clean up first. Then we are all going to talk.”

He picked her up gently and carried her away like she was a child. I wiped myself with a cloth he left on the armrest, then buckled my pants awkwardly and got up. Roman set Celeste down in the bathtub I hadn’t noticed nestled in the alcove, handing her a washcloth before turning to face me.

He gave me a long, appraising look—not amused or daring like before—and crossed his arms, leaning on the edge of the tub behind him. Celeste looked between us while absently running her hands over her arms.

“Let’s start with you, wolf,” Roman said in a tone that was all business. “What the hell happened out there, and why do you smell of Regina’s blood?”

Chapter 38

Roman

There had been very few things in my long, immortal life that had left me speechless.

Isaac’s brief but colorful summary of the night’s events was one of them. I just wasn’t sure if it was the stupidity that shocked me or that he pulled it off.

Well, almost.

“What do you mean Regina wasn’t in charge?” Isaac frowned, his shoulders going taut as he balled his hands into fists. “She was the Head Witch! Everyone followed her orders!”

“Except for the fact thatshewas following Mariam Castle’s orders,” I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. “So if Mariam is still alive…” I glanced at Celeste and she just shrugged her shoulders.

This was worse than I thought.

“Why would they listen to Mariam? She is not even from their Coven!” Isaac protested.

“They still haven’t done the spell, so maybe they called it off. Or they are waiting for a better time,” I mused. “Whatever it is, they will come after you and your pack now that you’ve eliminated Regina. And they won’t hold back this time. How could you be so stupid? And how on earth did you get Gideon to agree?”

“Did he really turn into a dragon?” Celeste asked, her mouth barely visible above the water.

I gave her a reprimanding look. “Don’t encourage him. What he did was dangerous. He only put his pack at risk. And with the mess they made, there will be no covering it up. I’m not sure if there are any Order members around to do damage control.”

Isaac let out a low grumble, glaring at me like it was my fault he couldn’t devise a more sensible plan. Not that I faulted him for killing Regina—she had it coming—but the witches didn’t take the murder of their own lightly. He had just made it personal.

“What about Samara? You said you saw her?”

“Yes, she helped me kill Regina. Well, technically, she attacked Regina, distracting her long enough while I finished her,” Isaac explained enthusiastically. “And then there was this man who—”

A loud, piercing noise came from the other room, and we all turned. I was the first to move, getting to my jacket and plucking the device out before the second ring. I couldn’t see the number on the broken screen, but the damn thing still worked, so I picked up without hesitation.

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