Page 25 of The Slayer Seduction

“A hunter? I’m an excellent huntress,” Scarlett says, and the Slayer smiles at her, showing off his canine teeth that seem sharper than the average human’s.

“I’d love to see your work, little fox.”

I swear my familiar somehow blushes as she plops down on his chest, her head resting on her paws as she stares at him.

Great, she’s completely lost the fucking plot, and a murderer is sitting in my bed and I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. Adam’s pleading still sticks with me, and I know I need to help him.

Maybe if I figure out the spell of how the Slayer was sent here I could possibly send him back? Maybe that would get him out of my hair and give Adam his body back? There’s no way that this being could possibly be my mate. No fucking way.

The Slayer’s eyes grow heavy, though he never stops looking at me.

“Worth the wait,” he says before passing back out.

“He’s so handsome, we should keep him. We could go on hunts together and you’d finally have a boyfriend. You’d be like one of those girls on Love Island with two boyfriends…Well, one boyfriend? Hmm…I’m going to workshop this.”

“Scarlett, no one is getting a boyfriend. We’re sending him back to wherever he came from.”

She slightly growls at me, catches herself, and sits back down on his chest. “Don’t you think it’s curious that he can speak to me? Seems like something only a mate could do.”

“Walter can’t speak to Silas,” I remind her.

“That is because Silas is clearly not a powerful ancient being like this one.”

“You don’t even like men.”

“That’s because they’re usually terrible on all these shows I watch. This one is different. He’s waited cycles for you. Cycles, Iris! Cycles.”

How is this my life? Arguing with my fox over keeping a blood thirsty something tied to my bed?

“I don’t have patience for this. I need to get some rest. Watch after him and we’ll figure everything out in a few hours.”

“Fine,” Scarlett says sharply, staring at…I’m just going to call him Adam?

After a few hours of sleep, I can come up with a plan, a good plan. I’ll get my life back along with Adam’s while getting rid of all these horrific visions.

I’ve got this.

Chapter 14

Scarlett

Most men are ugly, it’s just a fact.

But this one? He’s rugged in a way, much larger than Iris. He could easily carry both of us off into the sunset.

Iris is an amazing witch. I’m honestly so grateful I got paired with someone as perfect as her. It’s why she deserves the perfect man. If I was being honest, I never saw it happening. I couldn’t imagine anyone being good enough for her.

Yet, as I look down at the sleeping man, I realize he’s perfect. Much more handsome than most of the men on Love Island, he even has a tan like he was on the beach. I’ll just have to help him convince Iris that he’s the one.

He blinks open his eyes again; they remind me of a great white shark, which is thrilling.

“Hello, little fox. Where’s Iris?”

“Sleeping. Mistress doesn’t sleep much. We must be quiet.”

His dark brow furrows, and he easily rips his hand free of the restraints to pet my fur.

“Why doesn’t she sleep?”