Page 110 of Wicked Curses
As he watched her walk, his sense of betrayal rose. She really planned to leave here without discussing it with him.
He’d considered them allies in their attempt to leave this place and was certain she’d return to him to feed and fuck. He’d let her have this space because, even though he hated admitting it, he’d required it too.
She’d rattled him, and he’d been waiting forherto return tohimso he could enjoy her again. And the enchantress had other plans.
No one fucked him over.No one.Not even a beautiful witch with a body built for pleasure and the untamed passion of a wildcat. He’d considered them allies, and now, they would be enemies.
She was only a few feet from the door when he spoke. “Going somewhere without me?”
A small squeak escaped before she suppressed it and spun toward him. Orin’s eyes narrowed on her flushed face. Her eyes twinkled with a vitality that wasn’t there yesterday.
When she’d shuffled into the pub yesterday afternoon, she’d been pale and drawn, with shadows under her eyes as she plodded up the steps. Watching her, he’d been certain she’d soon break and come to him within the next week or two for sustenance and sex.
His shaft had readied itself in anticipation. He’d seen her slip out again later, but when she returned, her hood hid her face. It didn’t hide her now, and as he studied her, the truth sank in.
She fed.
The realization was an unexpected dagger to his heart as the first two legs of his chair hit the ground with a thud that rebounded through the hush enshrouding the building. Rising, he prowled toward her while scenting the air.
Her honey scent was crisp and too damn tantalizing. Her golden skin glowed as he stopped only a few inches away from her.
“Where are you going, witch?” he growled.
“That’s none of your business.”
“You’re wrong.” When he stalked closer, she backed away. “You came here for me; you’ll leave herewithme.”
“Plans change.”
Her casual, dismissive attitude grated on his already-fraying nerves. During her slow retreat from him, her foot caught a chair leg, and it spun toward her as it squeaked across the wood floor.
When she staggered a little, he clasped her elbow to steady her. She yanked it away as her fangs flashed in the dim light of dawn.
“Don’t touch me!” she spat.
He smiled, but it was more a baring of his teeth than a real smile. He was too pissed to smile, and his anger had nothing to do with her planning to leave without him.
The more he considered it, the more he realized her trying to sneak away was all part of their game. They enjoyed turning the screws into each other, and she’d upped the ante with this one, but since she wasn’t as good as him, he’d caught her.
No, her little bit of deviousness here wasn’t what upset him at all. It was the realization she’d pulled a move hehadn’tanticipated.
She fed!
“If you found your way out of this realm, did you plan to tell my brother you never found me?” Orin murmured as he tried to control his rising temper.
“I wouldn’t lie to Cole.”
“So, you plan to tell them you abandoned me here?”
“I have a feeling he’d understand.”
He slapped his hands over his heart, but although he would have found her words humorous before, he wasn’t amused. In fact, he was growing more pissed off by the second.
“You wound me, witch,” he growled.
“You’d need a heart for that. Nothing can hurt that deadened black thing in your chest.”
A flicker of something ran through him as her words upset him more than he ever would have believed possible. He shoved away the possibility it couldactuallybe hurt as he resumed prowling toward her while she backed away.
