Page 46 of Reckless Witch

The headlights cut through the dark as she shoots through a stop sign at the end of the street and takes the corner way too fast.

“You’ll only succeed in killing yourself,” Raith says in a conversational tone, but I detect an edge to his voice.

“My name appeared on your Stone,” she replies.

Raith gives a mirthless laugh. “That doesn’t guarantee your safety.”

“So I’ve heard.” She doesn’t slow for the next curve.

“What if you kill someone else?” Raith asks.

Her head jerks in his direction. She mutters something unintelligible under her breath, but I glimpse the corner of Raith’s mouth lift. Not amusement. Heaven forbid. Satisfaction, I’m guessing, for she slows. Headlights appear up ahead, and I wonder if she’d sensed the oncoming car.

“Stony will need food tonight,” she says.

“Vegetarian Chinese,” Ethan says.

She nods.

Before I can respond, he pulls his phone from his pocket and taps the screen. “Lo mien should do the trick.”

“And egg rolls,” she says.

He taps the screen another moment, then says, “Done.”

Leilah glances in the rearview mirror. I’m certain her gaze lingers on Ethan a heartbeat longer than necessary before she returns her attention to the road. Right now, she despises us all—me less than Raith, of course, or so I fantasize. Either way, her anger won’t stop her from wanting us. It never does. In all our lifetimes together, she has never remembered us. I’ve never once had the courage to ask her what she thinks of the fact that she loves us all simultaneously.

Deep down, I think there’s a part of her that does remember. She’s questioned our strange love far less the last few lifetimes. I pray that brings her some peace—or, at least, causes her less confusion.

“What do you want from me?” she asks.

The abrupt question stumps us all.

“You’re an Academy student,” Raith is the first to reply.

She snorts. “Try again.”

“There’s nothing to try,” Ethan says.

“Even I know Academy instructors don’t chase after a student—en masse,” she retorts.

She isn’t wrong.

“I’m not sure how you know that,” Raith says. “You’ve never before been a student.”

She glances at Raith. “How many students does Illumina Academy Cadette Commander Raith Vanderkoff let drive his McLaren?”

I chuckle. “Most wouldn’t try.”

Two heartbeats of silence pass before she says, “So, which of you is going to see me to my room?”

Tension, thick enough to cut, suddenly fills the space.

“Ohh, so it’s all three of you?” she purrs.

I envision her straddling my hips as she rides my cock into a mind-numbing orgasm. The silence tells me Ethan and Raith are envisioning similar fantasies. Each time Leilah reappears, our hunger for her grows wilder. Centuries of discipline keep us in check, but I wonder when—and it is inevitable—one of us will snap and take her at all costs.

“You’re going to bed alone,” Raith says.