“I need you to pretend to be my familiar.”
A short laugh snorted out of him. She wasn’t serious? He waited for the joke to drop, for her to propose an actual alternative. It never came.
“Not happening,” he stated flatly, resting his forehead against the door to cool the headache forming once again.
“Why not?” she asked.
“I don’t whore myself out like your familiars do.”
She scoffed. “They don’t. And you don’t have a choice.” Her trying to be confident was cute, like the dragon hatchlings at hisden that puffed up their chests and snorted boogers of fire when they didn’t get sweets.
His ears flattened against his head, tail thumping against the tiles. “I have plenty of choices, and none of them involve playing your pet.”
“I’ll call the enforcers on you.” It was an empty threat, and they both knew it.
“And incriminate yourself in the process?”
A knock sounded at the door. They both froze.
Felix spoke in a hushed tone, his body tensing. Had she called the enforcers already? “Who is that?”
“I don’t know! I don’t have who’s behind-the-door sentience,” she whispered back.
“Avery! Open up.” A woman’s voice.Now that was a voice that held authority.
“Tell her to leave,”he spoke into her mind.
“One second, just getting out of the shower!” she squeaked loud enough for the woman to hear, her voice breaking slightly. Whispering again, she warned him,“Don’tsay anything.”
Footsteps faded away from the bathroom, the sound of the door opening piquing his hearing. Carefully, he sat on the floor, his back against the door as he listened.
“What do you want?” the little witch said, her tone fiercer than it had been with him.
“Lovely to see you too, sis,” the voice answered, dripping in sarcasm.The little witch had a sister?He filed that information away for later.
The voice spoke again. “Mother is asking if you summoned a familiar yet.”
“Nope,” she said, popping the ‘p.’ “That’s all?”
“Yep,” the sister replied. What a riveting conversation. He had never heard such a loving, sisterly bond in his life.
There was silence for a moment, and what Felix expected was the closing of a door and for the little witch to come crawling back. An unbidden thought crashed through him of the little witch crawling to him on her knees.Not a time for a boner, Felix.
“Soo, enforcer sister,” the little witch chimed, her voice far cheerier and higher-pitched than before.
His cock went flaccid, his body tensing in its place.Her sister was an enforcer then. Just fucking great.As if this couldn’t get more complicated than it already was. What was the little witch playing at?
“What would you do if there were a shifter on campus?” she asked, trying to be inconspicuous.
“Why do you ask?” The sister’s voice was controlled, not giving anything away.
The witch, on the other hand. “No reason,” she said suspiciously.
He rubbed his hand against his head. Jesus Christ, he was going to die. Either she was being so painfully obvious and alerting her sister that he was in the bathroom. Or she was just stupid. Honestly, it was hard to tell.
“First of all, there wouldn’t be.” The sister deadpanned. Felix almost snorted.There was,but carry on.“But if there was one, we would kill it and anyone who helped get it here,” she continued.
Was this some thinly veiled threat she was trying to cook up? If so, she was doing a terrible job at it.
