Vorg raced over to the table and slammed his hands against it. “What the fuck do you mean you’re not going to summon me again?!” His roaring bellow was unheard by her, nor was the panic or fear in it. “Then why leave my name there? Why leave the link?!”
Why not erase it if she had no intention of welcoming him again? Why fucking tease him with it?
He doubted she knew that’s what she’d inadvertently been doing.
Her eyes crinkled with a strange sadness as she reached down to scratch behind Skaarvar’s ear – his weak point.
It felt like a goodbye from her.
With a clicking growl, Vorg stormed back over to the summoning circle and slammed his foot down on it. Her side gave a deep boom as it flared bright red, showing that Vorg was knocking and he wanted the spell answered.
She gasped and fell on her backside.
“Summon me!” he snarled out with a desperate edge.
She crawled backwards away from it when he slammed his foot down on it again, her eyes wide and her soft, lush lips parted.
“I will make you mine. I will claim you, witch.”
He stopped when Skylar ran from the room with panicked and frantic movements. His hands quaked as he curled them into fists, only to unfurl them and slam his face into one in horror at his actions.
I shouldn’t have done that.
He’d frightened her, and that had never been his intention.
At least now she knows I’m here, waiting.
And she still hadn’t removed the circle.
Chapter
Nineteen
Terrified for more reasons than one, Skylar pulled the strap of her handbag higher on her shoulder as she walked back towards the bustling streets of Newtown.
Her platform boots only came up to her ankles and sported cute black bows on the front. She thought they matched her black mid-thigh dress well. Made of satin, the skirt of it was loose and flowy, dancing around her thighs with lace wisping against her skin along the bottom edge. More lace was stitched to the low neckline, while her arms were covered with a different pattern on the delicate fabric from her shoulders to the elastic around her wrists.
She’d thrown her hair into two neat space buns, and she fiddled with the back of it, hoping she’d split it evenly.
When she finally made it to the main street of Newtown, it was bustling with people ready to party on a Friday night. The suburb’s nightlife was always wild, as pubs and nightclubs pumped music with blaring lights out the front.
She unclipped the fake knuckle-duster latch to open her clutch bag and slipped out her phone to check the time.
She was right on time for her date with Oliver.
Nervousness skittered below the surface, and all she wantedto do was cancel it.
I still haven’t removed the summoning circle.
Actually, since last night, when it seemed like Mr Tentacles was fuckingknockingon the other side, she’d been too scared to go anywhere near it.
She knew she had to get rid of it at some point, but a huge part of her didn’t want to because it was reassuring. Knowing it was there meant that if she changed her mind, he was a simple spell away.
I feel like the only reason I’m going on this stupid date is so I can forget him.Maybe if she liked Oliver, she’d gain the courage to finally let go.I don’t know why he tried to get my attention so forcefully.
Maybe he finds my sexual energy particularly tasty and wants more.Certain succubi and incubi liked to drain their prey dry. That’s all she was. A meal.
A meal that wanted to be eaten. Completely gobbled up until she splintered and fractured from lust and reality.
