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Christ on a cracker, this guy is gonna be trouble.
Hell, he alreadyistrouble. I glance back to Rafe, KOed on the sofa behind me. I step out fully from behind Jonah. “You didn’t hurt him, did you?”
“Nah. I just put him to sleep for a while. He’ll wake up tomorrow with a big headache, though.”
“Tomorrow?” Rafe’s gonna be mad.
“A word of advice?” Jonah offers.
Rook nods at him, expression neutral.
“If you have to knock him out again—and let’s face it, you probably will—don’t take him out for a whole day. He has alpha duties to attend to and a pack to care for.”
Rook sucks in a breath between pursed lips. Pursed and pillowy and perfect for sucking on.
Jesus, Willa. Get it together.
“Yeah. I didn’t think about that part. I’ve been accused of being a bit of a hothead.”
The sister, whose name I still don’t know, snorts. “A bit. You burned our parents’ house down when you couldn’t go to the Samhain festival because they grounded you for burning down the neighbor’s apple tree.”
He only smiles sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah. I’ve learned to control myself a lot better since elementary school,” he says only to me.
“Well, he had you cornered. Neither of you were exactly in the right,” I say and lay a blanket across Rafe’s junk. A shame, but I sense a meeting coming, and the witch siblings would likely appreciate less shifter dong.
For siblings, they share no physical traits. Rook is tall and lean with dead-sexy blue eyes and coppery-brown hair. His sister is tiny with honey-blonde hair and brown eyes.
Maybe they weren’t blood related?
“I’m gonna get dressed, then we can talk about how to get you your magic back, deal?”
“Deal,” says the witch sister.
Jonah and I head to the bedroom, but to my amusement, Rook follows right behind.
“What?” he asks when I turn and give him a pointed stare. “I’m just enjoying all I can while I can.”
I can’t help blushing. Can’t help the heat that spreads through me. And even though I say it through a smile, I still point to the front of the house. “Get up there. You’re lucky Rafe didn’t hear that.”
Chapter4
It's a Date
“This is nice. Spruce?”Rook asks as he smooths his hand over the solid wood dining table. The four of us—Jonah, Rook, sister witch, and I—sit at the long table. Jonah and I face the siblings, even though I very much want the new guy to be as close to me as possible.
I want constant contact, skin on skin, even if it’s just my hand on his, while I learn everything there is to know about him.
I meet his sparkling blue gaze over the table, and all at once, it hits me. I want to cry and laugh and curl up in a ball in the nest back in my old closet.
I clench my jaw tight, hoping to suppress the well of bittersweet emotion threatening to spill out.
Rook’s brows pull downward, asking if I’m OK, and I dip my head low, hiding my face.
This is what it’ssupposedto be like. What a new mate bond falling into placeshouldbe like.
Excitement and giddiness and pure hormonal infatuation were never things I got to have before.
With Rafe, the healer mantle was always in the way. And with Jonah, the healer mantle was still a big issue, but I also had to navigate the murky waters of Rafe accepting that it wasn’t just him anymore. And then Drago was a whole other mess because I thought he was a murderer.
