Trick or Treat for the Desperate Devil
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“Oh my Goddess, we will talk about this later!” I hiss, but inside I am thrilled.
“I didn't say anything.”
“You're thinking very loudly.”
His mouth curves.
Mine.
The word brushes through the bond. I roll my eyes.
And you are mine too, my handsome Devil.
His entire body jerks.
Oh. Okay. So, apparently I can send things back now. Interesting. But that’s for later, too.
I have assholes to evict. I point toward the sedan.
“Get off my property.”
Mother draws herself up.
“This isn't over.”
“Yes, it is.”
“Belinda—”
“No.”
Magic curls around my fingers. My brand-new tail lashes behind me. Even Sparky hisses from beneath Albert's cage.
“This is my home. My business. My inheritance. My magic. My mate. My life!”
I take a breath.
“And none of it belongs to either of you!.”
Mother's face twists. Melida huffs.
“You'll come crawling back.”
“That’s where you’re wrong, Mother..”
For the first time, I know that with absolute certainty.
“I won't ever come crawling back to you. I have everything I need right here.”
A second vehicle turns into the drive.
Goddess. What now?
A sleek black car glides toward the house. Damian goes rigid. Then groans.
“Oh, fuck me.”
I look at him.