“No, like that bitch over there, is in my coven, and I’ve been waiting to spot one of them to lock in my basement.” I look over at him skeptically, this is either the turning point of our date and he runs for the hills. Or I’ve truly met my match.
He looks at me wide-eyed for a moment. “You are a surprise, that’s for sure, Blair.”
“I don’t need your help. I just need to get her in my trunk.”
“How do you plan on getting her into your trunk?” He arches an eyebrow at me.
“I’ve got furniture strength,” I say, and he laughs.
He shrugs his shoulders. “I’m in. What’s the plan, boss?” I’m not going to lie, I’m not completely shocked. I feel like Dax is a kindred spirit, people who have been scorned can understand revenge.
I watch as Clover walks down the street and the intrusive thought of hitting her with my car runs through my mind.Need her alive, I remind myself. Though the thought of her brown curls stuck in the grill of my car are just as alluring. I physically shake myself, my head is getting to be a scary place lately.
“Think you could get her to walk behind the post office?” I ask.
“Yeah, and then what?”
“I’ll do the rest. Just get her behind the post office.” Dax doesn’t even question me as I park the Jeep behind the post office and he goes out to bring Clover back here. Why am I so turned on by the fact that he’s totally okay with helping me kidnap this bitch? Ryan would never, how are they even related? Besides the physical appearance, they’re complete opposites, but I guess it shouldn’t be a surprise since he didn’t have a heavy hand in raising him.
I stay close enough that I can hear the conversation. He gently grabs her by the elbow and I want to punch her in the face, even though he’s the one that touched her. Clover has touched enough of my things.
“Excuse me, darlin’,” he says in his deliciously deep voice, I swear I feel myself getting wet.
“Uh, yeah?” she asks, turning around as soon as she looks at his eyes. It’s like she’s transfixed. Just like our hostess was earlier.
“Can you come with me behind the post office?”
“Oh, of course. I’m Clover.”
“That’s a nice name. What do you do, Clover?”
“No real job right now,” she says, and I roll my eyes.Gold digging witches.
Once they’re close enough to the Jeep, I hop out and grab Clover by the arm.
“Hey, Clover.”
Her eyes are huge and she’s clearly out of whatever trance Dax put her under. “Bla—Blair?”
“The one and only, bitch. Do you want to do this the easy way or the hard way?”
She goes to scream and I quickly silence her with asilentium.She starts thrashing, trying to get out of my grasp. “Night, night, Clover.Somnum.” She drops right there on the cement and it definitely sounds like she hit her shoulder pretty hard. It isn’t as satisfying as ifsomeonehit her with a Jeep, but it’s satisfying enough.
I nudge her with my boot and make sure she’s out before I open the trunk. I grip her under her armpits and grunt. Her dead weight is too heavy for me to lift. Spells to lift something so heavy run through my head.
“Furniture strength,” Dax mutters as he throws her over his shoulder and roughly places her in the trunk. I was already turned on, but the fact that he just threw her in there like a damn rag doll adds to his allure even more.
“I would’ve gotten her in there, eventually.”
“Uh, huh? Are we still getting ice cream?”
“She should be out for at least five hours.”
His eyes gleam with excitement as he shuts the trunk and takes my hand in his to walk back toward the ice cream shop. His hand is warm and large. Ryan never held my hand when we walked places. I never realized how much I would enjoy it. What it would be like for a man to be so into you and want to claim you in every direction.
“So you’re totally fine with what we just did?” I ask him, checking in.
“You said she hurt you?”
