Page 11 of Bloodween

You have no idea.

I stood, forcing him to do the same. He took a step back, making distance between us. Smart. I stretched and then pulled my phone out of the pocket it had been tucked away in.

My notifications showed missed calls and texts.

This is all your fault, Ren.

“So,” he said carefully. “What happens now?”

I peered at him. At his guilt-ridden face. His nervous energy. I honestly didn’t know why he was so nervous. If this was any other day, we’d laugh about it. Well, I would before deciding if I’d have his memory about my secret erased or not.

But he didn’t even know he’d walked into a trap.

The elixir sang.

And I committed to my new plan.

I put my phone down on the coffee table and took a step toward him. “Now?” I let my voice drop, smooth and low. “Now we negotiate.”

His brow furrowed. “Negotiate what?”

“Your secret for mine.” I took another step. “You don’t tell anyone I’m a witch. I don’t tell Renna I know about y’all secret. Or that you kidnapped me.”

“That’s partially her fault.”

“True. But you think she wants to know?”

He sighed. “Nah. So I guess this is all fair.”

“And,” I continued, closing more distance, “we forget this ever happened. You drive me home. I text Renna I got sick at the party and left. We pretend this was all a weird Halloween dream.”

He nodded. “Yeah. Okay. That works.”

“Or,” I said, stopping right in front of him.

His breath caught. Eyes flashed. I had his wolf’s attention. Exactly as I expected I would.

I glanced up at him through my lashes and let my voice slip into something quieter and more intimate. “We could make the most of it.”

“Make the most of—” His eyes widened. “Armisha.”

“What?” I trailed a finger down his chest, felt his heart rate spike. “We’re already here. Already alone. Already keeping secrets.”

“That’s—we can’t—Renna⁠—”

“Renna,” I said, “went to your apartment to find proof you’re cheating. Which you already admitted you are.” I felt him tense under my hand. “So tell me, Dro. Are you really worried about her feelings right now? Is Varek?“

I was sure I heard his wolf purr.

His jaw clenched. His hands flexed at his sides, like he wanted to touch me but wouldn’t let himself.

Perfect.

“Varek would ruin you.”

He’s considering.

“Maybe I want to be ruined.” My tongue ran across my bottom lip. “I’ve never been with a werewolf before,” I murmured, watching his pupils dilate.