I hold up my hand, pointing to the ring. “Remember, protection spell.”
He smirks, his fang digging into his bottom lip, and I can’t help but openly stare, wondering how exactly that fang would feel deep inside of my neck. Does he know what he’s doing to me?
I shake away the image and glance back at his eyes; he’s smiling now, caught me in the act, which has me putting my guard back up.
“Was just double checking. I had no doubt about your capabilities.”
“You’re that sure that I’m the witch that you need?” I ask.
He leans against the door again, not able to enter, and the shirt stretches over his chest. I almost let out a wistful sigh as I openly stare at him.
“My eyes are up here, Ember,” he says.
I clear my throat, crossing my arms over my chest. “I wasn’t…”
“You weren’t what? Checking me out? Look away, witch, whatever piece of me you want you can have.”
I gape at him, not sure how to handle this open flirting. “I thought you were mad at the whole vampire blood thing?” I say, raising my eyebrow.
He’s just as suspicious as he is attractive, which is a dangerous combo.
“Maybe I overacted,” he says.
“You broke my doorframe.”
“Yes, only because I was under the impression that some other vampire thought he could touch what is m?—”
He doesn’t finish his sentence as he turns sharply as he looks at something in the woods lining my property.
“Get in the house. Do not open this door, do you hear me?” His tone is firm, honestly the scariest I’ve ever heard him.
Instead of listening I peek my head out the door, and Warin grabs my chin now that I’m outside of the property.
“Ember. Do not leave this fucking house,” he says sharply, before pushing my face lightly back into the house.
I swallow thickly and do as he says, shutting the door and grabbing Gus around the armpits, and hefting him close to my chest.
The fairies are screaming about how they’re all going to die, and I wonder if they’re right.
Chapter 8
As soon as Ember is in her house, I tilt my head, listening for the sound I heard. It wasn't a vampire, dead silent, but it wasn’t a typical human heartbeat, either.
Ember lives far enough off the main road that there’s no reason a human would be roaming near her property at night. Plus, I would hear the whooshing of their blood, this is something wholly different.
Did I miss their presence when I was working on her door frame? Or are they just now purposefully making themselves known?
I muffle out the other sounds surrounding me, the fairies crying inside of the house, Ember’s breathing, along with the bugs and frogs outside. My head snaps to the left sharply as a wooden stake comes careening toward my chest.
I catch it in my hand with a growl. It doesn’t shatter in my palm and when I glance down; it has the same carvings in it that Baptiste’s did.
Is this slayer hunting my witch? Or worse, is he using her to get to me?
Fuck.
With unparalleled speed, I run around her property, searching for the piece of shit whose dared to step foot on Ember’s property, who had the fucking gall to try and kill me on her doorstep.
This bastard is tricky. They always are.
