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Her faith humbles me.
Before I succumbed to the urge to fuck her on the floor in front of the big picture windows, I hurry her out the door and back to the infernal car.
When we arrive at her flat, I exit the vehicle, roll my shoulders under my black T-shirt, and shudder. I would rather crawl out of my skin than ride in that contraption again. Alas, to return to my cottage, I must. At least Olivia does not drive with the reckless abandon of an inebriated twelve-year-old joyrider, like a certain wizard I know.
She watches me fidget and scowl. “There. You survived the car ride.”
“Remind me not,” I grumble.
With more of her laughter filling the air, I follow her inside the small, older unit. Her space tells me a great deal about her. She added color to every wall and window. Each room displays her bold, modern flair, so unlike my cottage.
I follow Olivia to her bedroom, a modern fairy tale of pinks and creams with splashes of chocolate and an absence of lace, which I mentally applaud. The room is fresh, feminine, and a bit mysterious—very like her.
“You know, I could just…stay here. You don’t have to babysit me. I’m feeling much better, and no one else has mistaken me for Morgana, so it’s all good. I’ll drive you back to your cottage whenever you want and meet you at Bram’s party—”
“Stop.”
The witch is mad if she thinks we are parting ways. She needs me—at least sexually…even if she knows it not.
How to explain our mating? I must soon. Olivia was not equipped to handle the news earlier. And now…I fear she will rebel against it—and me, which will only make ending my curse and keeping her properly energized more difficult.
“I want you safe. You will be with me each night.” I prowl closer and brush against her, gratified when her breath catches and her eyes darken. “Under me, taking me deep inside your pretty, tight cunt. Pack whatever you need and bring it to my cottage.”
Olivia hesitates, regret softening her face.
I lay my finger across her mouth. “’Tis a nonnegotiable command.”
Confusion furrows her brow. “You don’t owe me anything, and I don’t want to be a burden.”
A burden? “You never could be. I want you with me. Who else will help me with my computer?”
A reluctant smile creases her face. “You make it hard to say no.”
“Then do not.”
“It’s not that simple. I have a life, you know.”
“Working all day and coming back here each night to…microwaved food and telly?”
“You don’t get to judge my choices.”
I forget women of this century zealously guard their independence. I must change tactics.
“Would you not enjoy yourself more with me?” I drop kisses down her neck. “I promise to be far more…pleasurable than a rerun.”
God’s blood, she smells edible, and I cannot hold in a groan. If not for her sweet cunt being sore, I would commence disrobing her now, work my way between her thighs, and prove my point.
Olivia’s head slips back. Her eyes slide shut. Seemingly of their own will, my fingers find their way into her hair, and I pull her under me for a kiss that only throws kindling on the flame of my need.
“All right.” She sighs when I finally lift my lips from hers. “I’ll go with you on one condition.”
“Dare I ask?”
“That we check out this last address the detective gave me for my father. I didn’t look before because the guy is supposedly five hundred years old, and I didn’t think… But maybe he really is my father, and we’ll find him there. It’s possible he’ll know something about the symbol, and he can help end your curse.”
If Richard Gray was once Anarki, I will not have Olivia looking for the wizard by herself. I prefer her not to look for the man at all. Her quest could prove dangerous.
Unfortunately, unless I divulge Richard Gray’s past loyalties…and explain that she and I are bound for life, I have no good excuse to refuse her.
