Before she could even respond, Malcom was already writing a new message. Her phone pinged again.
M: Wait. Shit.
M: Is Kaylee okay?
Skylar laughed. She could picture the stoic Malcom rushing to his feet, super ecstatic about his chances, only to fall back into whatever chair he’d been sitting in with worry. The conflicting messages made her chest swell with tenderness for both of them, because he really did care for Kaylee a lot.
S: She’s great. I think. We all know it was long overdue.
M: Damn. I can’t come until next week. I’m away on site with a client.
She decided not to tell him Kaylee had made a dating profile. She’d likely only made it because she was feeling spiteful towards Kyle and wanted to take charge of her life again.
When Skylar lowered her phone, she found the creature in the doorway, staring at her. Now that it’d fully revealed itself to her, it didn’t seem like it was going to turn invisible anymore.
Okay, with that done, what am I supposed to do with you?she thought, looking into its beady, glowing eyes.Because I don’t know how to make you go home.
She didn’t think it’d even listen to her if she tried to shoo it away.
Chapter
Eighteen
Peering through Skaarvar’s eyes, Vorg watched as his pet scampered along the edge of a porcelain clawfoot tub, then pivoted to sit and stare at its occupant.
Skaarvar had learned how to pull the door handle down with his horn limbs and had voluntarily waltzed into her bathroom while she was bathing. Vorg wasn’t going to stop him – not when the skowl’s actions would give him a naughty peek at his witch’s sinful, naked body.
On his knees, with his elbows on the table, Vorg glared at the bubbles.Dissipate,he demanded of them, to no avail.
They stuck to her skin, hiding her gorgeous tits from view, and swirling around her knees to hide her pussy. Pity.
“Hey, shoo,” she demanded, lifting a lithe leg above the surface to flick water at Skaarvar.
He screeched, bared his fangs at her, and then walked along the edge to the other side of the bath.
“Go away.”
She flicked more water, and he hopped onto the closed lid of the toilet at the foot of the bath, then perched on top of its cistern.
Ever since she’d fed him, he’d refused to leave her side. Shehad inadvertently made a forever friend in him, and he would now terrorise her for the rest of her days, as he did Vorg.
It was how he had befriended the skowl, since most refused to feed the vermin. They were considered pests, especially since they were mischievous, naughty creatures. He’d found Skaarvar injured, likely from battling his own kind for the scraps of food they scavenged in the city, and had brought him home to feed and heal him until he was better.
He hadn’t expected Skaarvar to stick with him, even as many years passed.
She still hasn’t summoned me.
He wanted nothing more than to jump through the scrying disc and swirl his fingers in the water to reveal her. Be next to her...nearher.
It’d been too many days.
Yesterday he understood Skylar had been restless due to that vile human who had followed her. Vorg constantly quaked with rage over it, menacing clicks coming from his chest, and he wanted nothing more than to flay her harasser’s skin from his bones.
He’d forced Skaarvar to intervene, and although the despicable male now wore scratches over his face and eyelids, and bites on his ankles, it wasn’t enough of a punishment.
It made sense that Skylar hadn’t summoned him, even though he would have only wanted to embrace her. He would have brought her into a comforting hold and released soothing purrs for her. He would have tended to her and caressed her, doting on the pretty woman from her toes to her manicured nails.
Instead, he’d been forced to seethe in his home, constantly standing at the summoning circle linking them. He’d considered bashing on it to remind her that he was there and could go to her.
