“Just another standard day for the Celestial Coven.” Violet takes a deep breath. “Ready to get the show on the road?” she asks.
I nod, realizing that while there’s so much I need to figure out, a lot of my problems have been solved today. Conner is out of the picture, the Slayer is out of commission, and I’m not fighting this pull toward Warin anymore.
There’s still the issue of the vampire council, the Slayer wanting Warin dead, and the whole issue of him being a vampire and me a witch.
But at least Violet and Iris have my back, I never should have doubted them. They might not fully understand Warin, but they both know what having a mate feels like, and no matter how complicated everything is, we’ll always have each other.
The future is still up in the air, things are still complicated as ever, yet somehow, I feel at peace.
Chapter 29
The ritual goes fine, the moon water has been collected, the strength of the coven is revitalized.
Blah, blah, blah.
All I can think about is fucking my vampire. I’m like a witch possessed as I enter my cottage. Just now realizing that I have no clue on how to get to Warin’s house.
Knowing that the Slayer isn’t a problem, Conner is likely dead, and the vampire council can’t enter my home, I make a quick decision. I’m frantic with my magic, turning all my curtains pitch black, so that we don’t have to worry about the sunrise, and set a bunch of candles alight.
It’s like a fire lit under my skin. Maybe it’s Warin’s blood, maybe it’s accepting this connection we have, or maybe I just want to get absolutely fucked by my hot vampire mate.
Whatever it is, I’m not fighting it. Just the opposite. I’m going to seduce the shit out of this man.
I shower quickly, shaving everything, two razors magically wiping around at once, making me smooth all over. When every inch of me is scrubbed to where I’m pretty sure I have on a new layer of skin, I dry my hair with magic, the pink waves slightly wild as I dig through my panty drawer.
The selection is sad, but there’s one matching purple and pink set. It isn’t overtly sexy, but at least they match. I tug them on, scooping my hands into the cups of the bra and making sure they sit high, and I look at myself in the mirror.
I’ve never been skinny or plus size, always somewhere in between. Enough to get compliments that include, ‘you have such a pretty face’, or small quips about my curves. Sometimes I’ve been more self-conscious, wishing that maybe my thighs didn’t rub together, or that my stomach was more toned. But no matter what I was feeling, I appreciated the body I had. Right now I feel sexy, nervous about being fully naked around Warin for the first time, but just excited, too.
I grab my black robe, covering myself, knowing exactly what I have to do next.
I don’t text Warin, instead I step out on my front porch and stare at the shutters.
“Um, Betty?” I ask.
Her dark little head pops out between the shudders, her beady eyes taking me in as she tilts her head.
“You’re very adorable. Could you tell Warin to meet me here, please?”
She tilts her head to the left, a small squeak leaving her, which I assume is a yes.
“Thank you, Betty,” I say, shutting the door.
“You’re inviting him over?” Tabitha shrieks and I groan.
“Yes. Like it or not, he’s coming over. I suggest you head back to the fairy garden.”
“She’s serious,” Domingo says, his small eyebrows pinched in. He sighs, his wings flapping behind him. “Perhaps we could have a proper introduction to him another night, then?”
“Domingo, are you crazy?” Tabitha shrieks.
“No, Tabitha. We won’t find a place better than this. Nothing is like Ember’s garden and no witch will put up with us like Ember does. If we want to stay, we need to accept this.”
I take a sigh of relief. Finally, a fairy on my side. I arch an eyebrow at Tabitha, waiting for her response.
She just huffs and flutters away.
“I’ll work on it,” Domingo promises, following her to the small door on the trim of the floor.
