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Billy knew who to thank for that. From the moment he’d recognised his mate, everything had been a little off.
Now here he was, heading to a cabin with his mate dangling over his shoulder like an old-time caveman ancestor. His wolf might have been ecstatic about that, but he wasn’t best pleased.
“Where is the sky?” Zoe said, trying to climb up his back with her hands pushing against his spine.
“We’ll be there in a minute; stop squirming,” Billy growled over his shoulder and felt her go limp. He was impressed, a witch that did as she was told.
Then he felt her hands against his back, and she was pushing up again – he groaned – he wasn’t surprised. It was just his luck to find a mate after all the years that had gone by, and it was a witch—sod’s law, bad luck.
“I have too much blood in my head,” Zoe said and zapped his backside.
“Hey!” Billy growled as he jumped and almost tripped over his own feet. “Cut that out; I’m rescuing you here.”
“But who is going to rescue me from you?” Zoe demanded, trying to see where they were going, but all she could see was snow.
“I have that exact same question,” Billy muttered. “Who is going to rescue me from you?”
Billy’s wolf growled. The beast was already protective of the witch, and they hadn’t even been properly introduced. All he knew was that she didn’t keep her word, and he didn’t like that. He lived by a code; if he said he’d do it, he did it, and he expected others to do the same.
Witches weren’t like that.
Now he had a witch mate and didn’t know what to do with her. Except woo her, and he wasn’t interested in that.
When he reached the cabin, he booted the door open and stalked inside.
“Whoa, no snow,” Zoe said in awe. “How’d you do that?”
Billy groaned. This was not the mate he’d expected to get if fate had bothered with him at all. “Magic,” he said, booting the door closed behind them and plunging the cabin into total darkness.
“Whoa, I think I went blind,” Zoe said, trying to push up.
Billy stalked across the room, kicked open the bedroom door and all but launched her onto the bed. A loud banshee shriek made him slap his hands over his ears, and he still heard her hit the mattress and bounce.
“Get some sleep,” he growled, turned, and headed for the fireplace. He might as well build it high because he would be sleeping in the chair all night.
CHAPTER TEN
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“Where are the stairs?”
Thud. “Was that wall always there?”
“Where’s the bloody kitchen?”
“Ouch, my head.”
Billy had heard her the moment she got out of bed. He hadn’t really been asleep in the chair by the fire, he’d dozed and woke numerous times, and now he was listening to her running commentary on why his cabin was different. He couldn’t help but smile.
When he heard the trip, groan, and curse, he almost lost it and chuckled.
“Where am I?” Zoe asked, and when he opened his eyes, she was standing at the small kitchen counter, looking lost.
Billy grunted, and she turned fast, too fast; her head spun, and her hand slapped on the countertop to keep her upright. She groaned, scowled, and narrowed her eyes on him in the semi-darkness of the room, lit only by the light of the roaring fire.
“Oh – my – Goddess, you witchnapped me!” Zoe said, her other hand going to her head as the Little Drummer Boy pounded inside her skull.
“Yeah, we’ll file that in the pile of didn’t happen,” Billy said, a little louder than he usually spoke and a lot louder than her aching head liked.
