“I answered her questions, and she promised me I’d be taken care of. All I’ve had is a sandwich.”
“Bad behavior isn’t rewarded, Clover.” I tell her, picking up an invisible piece of lint from my pants.
“I didn’t do anything!”
“You tried to sacrifice Blair. But that’s not what I’m here to talk about. It’s apparent you’re very much on a need to know basis.”
“God, why did I sleep with him? It wasn’t even worth it. Just help me get out of here. My coven is strong. Whatever you want, we can give it to you.”
I tsk at her and stand from the bed. I’m not sure what the Hell she’s talking about but that’s not the point. “The monthly rituals before you tried to kill her. Were you draining her?”
“I’m not telling you shit.”
I’m so fast she doesn’t see me coming as my hand wraps around her throat and I push her head back hard against the headboard. I can feel my power radiating off of me and it only takes her a moment to realize it as well. Stevie is quiet in the corner, patiently observing.
“I’d think really fucking hard about what comes out of your mouth next, Clover. There are far worse things than dying. Did you know that? I’ve got plenty of friends in Hell who are bored out of their fucking mind. They would be so excited to have a little play thing like you. Plain, simple, and most of all, stupid as fuck. I’d consider collecting whatever remaining brain cells you have tumbling in that small little head of yours and answer my fucking questions. Do you understand?” I give her throat a tight little squeeze before releasing her and she nods her head as tears leak from her eyes.
“We were just taking a little of her power. Blair is different. Our coven, we gather our power from the earth. Once Blair was born, everything changed. We couldn’t recharge the same. It’s like our coven was solely tied to Blair. Most of the elders have been looking for a way to change that. So we used to do the rituals and everyone was happy. But when the possibility of not having our power tied to Blair came up, the coven took it. I’m sorry! Okay, please don’t hurt me.”
“I don’t know what plans Blair has for you. But let me make one fucking thing clear. You attempt to hurt Blair again, you get a whiff of someone wanting to hurt Blair and don’t tell me, you’re done.”
She gulps and cries as she nods her head. I look over in the corner and Stevie is smiling wickedly. Not such a sweet witch after all. Stevie conjures a speaker and pulls her phone out of her pocket.
“This is to help you think about how you weren’t honest with Blair and me earlier.”
Look what you made me doby Taylor Swift blasts out of the speakers and Clover groans as she continues crying into her palms. Stevie and I exit the room and the sound of the music can no longer be heard.
“You’re a deceptive witch, you know that?”
She shrugs. “I’ve learned from the best. I think Blair will be proud of the song on repeat. It seems like an excellent form of torture.”
“How long do you plan on keeping her?”
“Blair wants to keep her till the full moon as an insurance policy.”
I nod. “Smart.”
“You really like my cousin, huh?”
I groan and scratch my beard. I don’t know how to handle these feelings I’m having for Blair. This overwhelming feeling of possessiveness and care isn’t something I’ve ever experienced. Sure, I’ve had feelings of lust and even enjoyed a few dates here and there. But this connection and need for Blair is wholly unfamiliar. “It’s complicated.”
“As are most things with Blair. She should wake up in a few hours. Are you planning on staying?”
I should go home, sleep in my bed. But there’s no way in Hell I can leave her. “Yeah, I’ll stay with her.”
“If Fez gets too territorial, just give him chin rubs,” she says, walking down the hall to what I assume is her bedroom. I gently open Blair’s door, and she’s in the same position I left her. Fez is sleeping, wrapped gently around her arm.
She’s still wearing her outfit from earlier—a part of me wants to change her so she’s more comfortable—but I decide to leave her be as I undress except for my boxers and crawl into bed.
The golem wasn’t a huge challenge to me, but the clay fucker was strong. I easily doze off with plans to visit my little witch and see how she’s doing in her subconscious. It doesn’t take but a moment for me to find her.
She looks stunning in a black cinch dress as she pulls petals off a flower as she sits under a willow tree; the leaves swaying from the wind.
“Dax?” she says in a soft voice. Her eyebrows are furrowed as I take a seat next to her. “Are you a part of my dream for real, or is this something a demon can do?”
“I can dream walk as a demon.”
“Is this the first time you’ve come to one of my dreams?”
