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Our food arrived, and it was every bit as good as I’d expected. The waffles were crisp on the outside, soft on the inside, and not too sweet. The fried chicken was done to perfection and not the slightest bit greasy. The dish came with a side of mixed greens and several pieces of fruit too.
Eamon and I talked as we ate. I told him about my boring life up until the fall of The Wall, growing up not knowing Mother wasn’t who I’d thought she was. And he told me about meeting the Redrock brothers while he’d been magically trapped by the wizard who’d employed them to guard his home.
By the time my plate was half empty, I was grinning and laughing at his stories. Our legs were intertwined under the table, his long limbs trapping my feet between his. His playful grin had my breath hitching in my chest. If I weren’t careful, I’d believe this was some kind of a date.
And boy, did I ever want to believe it was. I hadn’t gone on an actual date before, unless I counted the ones Dean had taken me on when we first met. But I knew now that it had been Amrita playing a role all along, so they didn’t count.
Before that, the only experience I had was with the boy I’d met that summer at the country club. There’d been no dating or wooing; just two horny teenagers hiding in the storage room. It had been awkward and a bit disappointing, but it had served to cure me of my curiosity.
Then Mother had lost interest in socializing, probably because she’d only been there to gain influence. We’d stopped going, and I never saw Peter again. I doubted she ever found out about that; she probably thought I was still a virgin. She’d been too absorbed in her own life at the time.
That was how everything had gone in my life. I’d never had real friends outside of school. And I’d never gone on a real date. This technically wasn’t a real date with a demon, either, but that didn’t stop my heart from pretending.
“That was great.” Eamon pushed his plate away and leaned back in his chair.
I eyed the uneaten fruit on Eamon’s plate. “Are you going to eat that?”
“Nope.” He glanced over at the last quarter of the waffle I wasn’t able to finish. “Are you going to eatthat?”
“Nope!”
He grabbed the waffle from my plate, shoved the whole thing in his mouth, and chewed. “Mmm.” Then, still chewing, he picked up the strawberry from his plate by the leafy stem and held it to my lips.
I took a bite, and as I did, my lips touched his fingers. That was all it took for my brain to imagine us kissing again, his hands all over my body. I wondered how his massively muscled body would feel stretched over mine. By the look on his face, Eamon had similar thoughts. His deep green eyes held mine prisoner from across the table.
Magic seemed to arc between us. What was happening to me?
I pulled away, forcing my eyes down to my plate and untangling our legs. I needed to get this wayward libido under control. I’d offered to work off my debt to Redrock, but sleeping with Eamon hadn’t been the plan.
Chapter 9
Eamon
“Don’ttouchthat,”Sybilsaid, even though she wasn’t looking anywhere in my direction. Damn it. That witch had eyes in the back of her head. All witches did.
I snatched my hands away from the neatly organized crystals on the low table. I knew better than to piss off a witch, but the crystal formation looked ridiculously phallic, and it called to the troublemaker in me. I might be hundreds of years old, but I still delighted in simple things, like a little lewd humor.
I nudged Tansy and nodded my chin at the penis crystal, and Tansy held back a giggle. From our position, the arrangement looked like a shrine to a giant crystal cock.
Sybil handed Tansy back her phone. “Send those to me. I’ll try to decipher what we don’t have yet.”
“Thanks for all your help.” Tansy practically glowed with excitement.
“Don’t thank me yet. We still don’t have the spell needed to trap the soul in the vessel.”
“Half a loaf is better than none. You’ve given me the next step in my quest. I need a special—”
A loud sound coming from the apartment next door rattled the walls, and Sybil’s face turned from kind to murderous. She got up from her giant cushion on the floor, walked over to the adjoining wall, and banged on it as hard as she could.
“Sorry. That’s my new neighbor. It’s been like this since that blasted naga moved in last weekend. I don’t know what the hell he does all day, but I’m going to lose it if this continues.” She huffed and returned back to her seat across from us.
“I need a special weapon to excise the soul from the body.” Tansy started speaking again, counting the steps on her fingers. “Then, I need a specially warded vessel to contain the soul. And finally, with the right spell and enough magic, I can bind the spirit in the vessel, locking Amrita in forever.”
“You got it. The vessel needs to be enchanted. It’s a little beyond what I usually do, but I can cast it if you get me the right herbs.” Sybil looked around, spotting one of her two pet rats. “Hey, Salt, bring me a pen and paper.”
The little creature bounded away.
“You’ll need to cast the spell to bind the spirit inside the container on your own, though. I might not be there when it happens, and you must be ready to trap her the moment the soul is free.”
