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“That's complicated?”

“Yes!”

“You inherited a haunted hotel.”

“Bed-and-breakfast.”

“With vampire bats and ghosts.”

“Those are amenities.”

I snort. She gives my belt another frustrated yank.

“Why won't this stupid thing⁠—”

“Need some help?”

“No.”

“Sure?”

Her eyes narrow. I grin.

Then Belinda bites her lower lip. Her fingers wiggle. Golden light sparks between them. I feel the faintest pulse of magic.

Click.

My belt releases. Then my eyes widen as the buckle pulls free all by itself.

Well. Fuck me sideways.

Belinda freezes too. We both stare down.

Then at each other. Her expression is half shock, half delight.

Mine is probably pure hunger.

“Did you just undress me with your magic, Little Witch?”

Her cheeks turn pink. But she lifts her chin.

“Maybe.”

The word comes out soft.

Sultry.

So damn sexy that every possessive instinct I have roars to life, including one I’m not sure what to do with.

Mine.

Chapter 12

Damian

I catch her hand before she can reach for me again and press a kiss into her palm. Golden sparks dance against my lips. Belinda's breath catches.

“You've been holding out on me.”