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Another sighed. “Just get rid of him. We don’t have time for his nonsense.”
Yeah…maybe he should have kept his mouth shut.
“No one is getting rid of him.” Sky stepped in front of Nolan while keeping one hand on his wrist. “Nolan Banks is mine, and no one is laying a finger or a spell on him. You got me?”
“Nolan Banks?TheNolan Banks?” A witch with a mass of black hair decorated with an assortment of braids and beads resettled her glasses on her nose and squinted at him. “Oh, my God! It is! You look exactly like your picture!” In a swirl of colorful skirts, she turned around, snatched up a huge cloth bag, and started digging through it. She tossed out a package of tissues, a huge wallet, pens, receipts, three books, and other stuff he couldn’t identify as she searched for something.
“Esme, what the devil are you going on about?” Audrey growled.
At last, she came up with a paperback that Nolan recognized. She clutched it and a pen in her hand as she hurried into the loose circle toward him.
“Would you mind signing my copy ofForever Mine?” she asked, thrusting the book and pen at him, narrowly missing Sky’s cheek as if the necromancer wasn’t even there. “You have no idea how many times I’ve read this book. I mean, I love all these sister books, but this one really is my absolute favorite. I always keep a copy with me for when I’m stuck waiting in line or at a doctor’s office.”
Nolan had a pretty good idea. The poor book was battered, the corners worn soft. And he loved it. He’d signed plenty of brand-new books that looked as if they’d never been opened, but the lovingly worn and creased books were his favorite. Books were meant to be read, and he loved the notion that someone loved his words so much that she’d read the book many, many times.
As he accepted the book and pen, Sky tipped his head close, getting a good peek at the cover. His brows furrowed, and he shifted his gaze to Nolan. “When you said you wrote romance, I assumed it was gay romance. You know, because you’re…”
A low chuckle escaped Nolan as he scrawled a nice message and his name. “I write and have written both. Sometimes, it takes a lot of books to pay the bills. This is Book Two from a romantic fantasy trilogy about three witch sisters who fall for princes from different warring kingdoms. They’re the key to stopping the war and bringing peace.”
“Esme, is that the series you told me to get?” another witch called out.
“Yes!” she spun and hissed at the other witch. “I told you fifty times to pick up this series.”
The other witch huffed and crossed her arms over her ample chest. “You made it sound like a bunch of fluff and nonsense. He makes it sound more interesting.”
“It’s not fluff and nonsense! There’s all this drama and family angst because the sisters are trying to stay loyal to each other while standing by the men they love.” Esme turned to Nolan, and a wide smile pulled up the corners of her mouth while her eyes became hooded. “And he writes the hottest sex scenes.”
Sky made a noise, and Nolan tried to ignore the fact that his ears and cheeks were now burning as he handed back the book.
“Th-thank you so much for reading my books. Sorry if I got the magic parts wrong. I didn’t know witches were real when I was writing them,” he stammered. This was why he didn’t do book signings too often. He was no good with people.
The necromancer glanced over his shoulder at him, eyes narrowed. “Hot sex scenes, huh?”
“The hottest!” Esme chimed in. “Are you dating? Wow! You’re so lucky. He has the best imagination!”
Please let the ground open up and swallow me whole.
He’d even be happy to allow a witch to frog him.
“If we can move things along now that you’ve gotten your autograph,” Audrey interrupted, and Nolan was so very grateful. Esme clutched her signed book to her chest and hurried over to the mess she’d left on the ground with her bag.
“Where the fuck were we?” Audrey muttered.
“Deciding whether to kill the necromancer and his boyfriend,” Carol provided.
“This isn’t my fault!” Sky shouted, throwing his hands up. This time, he marched into the circle and glared at the other witches. “I didn’t cast a single fucking spell last night. I didn’t raise the dead or talk to ghosts. Nothing. I was still recovering from a bunch of full-moon nonsense, to be honest. Whatever happened last night, it had nothing to do with me.”
“Exactly. He spent the entire night with the king of the underworld,” Nolan added.
That earned a mix of horrified gasps and some lewd snickers. But it was only when Sky turned to look at him in wide-eyed horror that Nolan replayed what he’d said in his head.
“Fuck! That’s not what I meant, and you know it!” he snapped. With slumped shoulders, he sighed. “Sorry, Sky. You’re right. I’ll stop trying to help.”
The sweet golden-haired necromancer walked over to him, lifted on his tiptoes, and pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “I appreciate how much you care and that you are trying to help, but yes, please stop.”
At least he wasn’t mad.
Sky turned to the group and huffed. “Zalramon, king of the underworld, kidnapped me last night. He stormed into my home and hauled me off to the underworld to settle a bet.” He pressed his fingers to his chest and smirked. “I won, of course, and we settled our disagreement. The demon king and some of his companions came back to my house for snacks and TV binge-watching. I didn’t cast one spell last night, and all the demons that came with Zal left with him.”
