Page 3 of Wicked Curses
When she could see clearly, she tipped her head back to take in the handsome man. He had deep black skin, a broad nose, strong cheekbones, and a jaw that could cut glass. Two red horns curled out from the sides of his bald head and hooked toward the middle.
His yellow eyes shone with concern as he studied her. He had a narrow waist, and his broad shoulders blocked the bar behind him. Two sharp, bony hooks rose from the tops of his shoulders and curved toward his neck. They would make wearing a shirt difficult, which was probably why he was bare to the waist.
“It does get easier,” he assured her.
“Does it?”
“You eventually adjust.”
“That doesn’t sound encouraging.”
“Not much is around here.”
Sahira laughed bitterly as she downed her drink.
CHAPTERTHREE
Orin hada little extra spring in his step when he opened the door to his room and closed it on the three women within. He’d kick them out when he returned and finished with them, but they’d earned their rest for now.
He couldn’t stop smiling as he strolled the balcony; he had to resist the urge to whistle. There hadn’t been anything to look forward to since getting stuck here, but now…
Well, now he had a witch to play with. Rubbing his hands together, he grinned as he contemplated how he’d torment his little witch.
She couldn’t hide from him here or run away. He almost felt bad for the hell he intended to unleash on her, but she deserved everything she got after refusing to take her tracking spell off him. Getting herself trapped here, too, should be punishment enough for that.
It wasn’t.
He’d break her, bed her, and make her pay for her refusal to do as he’d asked. His smile widened as he glanced at the pub below. Then it vanished when he saw the demon standing withhiswitch and plying her with alcohol. No one would play with his witch buthim.
Orin rubbed his hands together, his smile returning as he descended the steps. Yes, there was something finally fun about this realm.
Once at the bottom of the steps, he crossed the scarred wood floors to where Sahira stood at the bar. She was still paler than normal but beautiful in the dim glow filtering over her.
And she was going to be so much fun to break.
Stepping between them, Orin grinned at the demon before shifting his attention to Sahira’s still-stunned expression.
“Hello, witch,” he purred.
Her unfocused eyes lifted to his before her vision cleared. She glared at him while sipping her drink.
“Do you two know each other?” Zeth asked.
“Unfortunately,” Sahira whispered.
“Oh now, dear, don’t be so glum. At least, now that you’re here, we can comfort each other,” Orin told her.
She finished her drink before setting it on the bar and focusing on the demon. “Is there somewhere I can sleep and stay while I’m here?”
“All newcomers stay here until their houses are built.”
“Built?”
Orin almost felt a little bad for her. She was confused and upset, but empathy wasn’t an emotion he liked to entertain.
And,he reminded himself as he lifted the bottle and poured more into her glass,she’s the reason she’s here. She decided to play games by keeping my tracking spell on, and she lost.
He’d make sure she lost the next game they played too. He drank the whiskey in her glass and set it down.
