A terrible, good witch.
I shut my eyes and shook my head to keep myself contained. If I opened my mouth, I was sure I’d either laugh or scream.
“I know it sounds ridiculous,” he admitted, sounding a little unsure of himself, yet his eyes remained steady on me.
Somehow, along with being absolutely beautiful, Dominic was also smart. Too smart for me. Too smart, likely, for his own good.
Anyone else would probably ignore the issue and blame it on bad luck, just like I had. They’d wait for it to go away eventually. But that wasn’t Dom.
Dom was right here, prepared to stare me down until I turned into a puddle on the floor. “I’m probably just crazy.”
Slowly, I took a deep breath, setting down the remnants of popcorn still in my hands and letting it fall back over the kitchen floor. Even slower, I turned until I was back where we had started the first night we met and came back to this apartment. We stood with only inches between us.
His shoulders slumped in that moment when I decided it was time to face him head-on.
Shutting his eyes, he took a deep breath, already knowing what was coming. “But it’s not crazy, is it? Is it, Ana?”
3
“Fuck, Ana. You cursed me or did whatever demonic shit you do, didn’t you?” Dominic sputtered.
The guy was full-on pacing—or at least, as much as he could in the tiny space. He walked the two steps, back and forth, as if in an internal debate of,Should I stay, or should I go?
I rolled my eyes, putting my hands on my hips. I needed to stay strong. Dom was here because I had cursed him. I had cursed him! There was no other reason, and I was unsure whether that made me feel better or worse.
I quickly scooped up a bite of popcorn, stomach churning. “Of course not.”
“What else do you call this?”
“Certainly not demonic.”
“I don’t think you’re in a place to start picking and choosing what you are going to call this right now.”
“I don’t think you’re in a place to be making accusations,” I insisted around another mouthful. It tasted like sawdust.
Still, I tried to convince myself that none of this was true. Because honestly, I still didn’t quite understand how I had been able to cast an actual working spell that didn’t require a month of constant manifesting and wishing on the damn stars. It just didn’t happen. Even if it did, I was going to undo this curse, hex, whatever we wanted to call it. I was going to fix this mess right now.
That was, if I knew how to reverse a hex.
* * *
Dom rubbedhis hand back and forth along his hairline, taking long, deep breaths.
“Calm down,” I said, eating another piece of popcorn. I could barely taste it but continued to shovel it in.
“Calm down?” he snapped, his dark eyes widening in shock.
Probably not my best choice of words, but staring at him, locking gazes, I still remembered my first thought I’d ever had of him when I first laid eyes on him. Goddess, I couldn’t stop looking at those eyes. Anyone else would think them uninteresting or even a little unnerving with how dark they were, almost indistinguishable between iris and pupil. I saw magic in his eyes.
Dark, dirty, strikingly beautiful magic that had had me under their spell from that moment onward.
I cleared my throat, refocusing. “Okay, don’t calm down. That’s up to you. But stop pacing. My rugs can’t stand the extra traffic. We’ll figure this out.”
“Wewill?”
“I will,” I corrected.Ass.
“So, you admit that you did this? You cursed me?”
