Being this close to him is dangerous.
It reminds me just how appealing my stubborn, handsome, sexy mate really is.
Even though we kissed earlier, even though we had that charged conversation in the car, I don’t know what the rules are here.
I don’t know what’s allowed in good fun and what’s going to come across as me accepting… everything. The wholematething and all that might entail.
Just because I’m ready to jump Callum’s bones doesn’t mean I’m ready to sign up for a lifetime together, and I don’t want to give him the wrong idea.
So, practical seems best.
We’ll focus on the hunt, on finding the heart.
And if anything else happens along the way… well.
Not much we can do about that, can we?
“We need to get you something that can cover… all of this,” I say, and Callum glances down at himself.
“All of what?”
“All of you. Like I said, humans would absolutely lose their shit to see a demon walking amongst them.”
“And we’re going to be walking amongst many humans?”
“Probably. I haven’t exactly figured out where we’re going yet, but it’s a pretty good bet we won’t be entirely alone.”
“So what do we do about that?”
“Have you heard about glamour magick?” He shakes his head. “It’s a form of disguise, spells that can change your appearance entirely.”
“Like your invisibility trick back in Faerie?”
I grin at his exasperated tone. “Kind of, but this one will make you look human. You’ll still look mostly like yourself, just without the wings, tail, horns, all of that.”
Callum gets a glint in his eyes. Something teasing, but with a sharper edge. It makes heat coil low in my belly, flames that erupt when he whips his tail out and wraps it around my waist, pulling me into him.
“I got the impression you liked…all of that.” He murmurs the words into the side of my neck as he leans in to press his lips there, as his fangs drag against my skin, as that damned tail squeezes tighter.
I brace my hands on his chest and put a little breathing room between us. “It doesn’t matter what Ilike, as long as we can get to the next clue or whatever it is we’re looking for here.”
Again, that glint sparkles with wicked, wicked knowing, but he lets me go.
Callum spreads his arms wide on either side of him. “Alright, cast your glamour, then.”
I chuckle and raise a hand to touch his shoulder, the curve of his wing. He gasps when my fingers brush against the leathery black skin, like it’s sensitive to the touch.
Interesting.
I’ll save that little detail for later.
“As much as I enjoy casting spells on you, this one needs a more talented hand than mine. I can cast a small, temporary glamour, but we’re going to need something a little more durable.”
“Oh? And where would we find that?”
“I can call in a favor,” I say with more confidence than I feel, mind already racing through my mental list of witches.
One of them will be able and willing to help. Probably.
