“Goodnight, Dax.” We separate and the two witches make their way out of the restaurant.

My life just got so much more interesting than I imagined it would be when I returned to Hallowsdeep.

“Are you going to whip your dick out and jerk off all over this sticky bar floor, or are we going to go home and work on this case?”

“Someone is a sore loser.”

“Fuck you, Dax.”

I place a considerable amount of cash on the bar top as Asmo and I leave out the back entrance and we both portal ourselves to the small bungalow we’re “renting.”

Chapter 5

“What did you do to his drink?” Stevie asks as we walk out of Hex. The night is cool but the moon shines brightly in the dark sky. It makes my stomach churn. I don’t want to go to this at all. Last thing I need to deal with are dirty looks and whispers from my coven, or my mom’s unimpressed backhanded compliments.

“Just a little something to keep me fresh in his mind.” Dax might have told me to have sweet dreams, but I think he will be having plenty of his own.

“I don’t think you’re going to have any problems with that. He was eye fucking you all night. He asked for your number.” I can’t help it when I blush and Stevie points at my face. “Talking about Ryan never made you blush.”

“I just met him, Stevie. I’m not saying that I’m not going to enjoy the seduction, but that’s all he is, revenge.”

“Yeah, sure, Blair,” she says, rolling her eyes as we both get in my Jeep. “I saw your eyes turn pink.”

“Shut your mouth, no you did not.”

“Sure as shit did. You might be able to lie to yourself, but not me, dear cousin.”

I scoff, but she’s not far off. I’ve never felt the instant connection like I felt with Dax tonight. It’s concerning, it’s too convenient and easy. It doesn’t help that he’s ruggedly handsome and actually nice. He also seems to get a little turned on by my blunt approach.

“I won’t let it get that far. I’ll use him to get my revenge and move on.”

“Uh huh. Whatever you say, Blair.”

“We have a bigger problem at hand, anyway.” I drive fast down the back roads as we make our way to the ceremony.

“What’s that?”

“That cunt Clover is going to be at this magical circle jerk.”

“Well, if you tip her off that you know she slept with Ryan, she will probably tell him and your revenge won’t hit as hard. What’s your plan with him, anyway?”

“Public humiliation,” I reply deadpan.

“And Clover?”

“I’ve got some ideas.” Stevie groans next to me.

“Please, for the love of Hecate, don’t fuck up the ceremony tonight.”

“No promises.”

It takes nearly an hour to get to the opening in the forest where the coven has our monthly ritual to keep our magic strong. It’s warded so no werewolves will come anywhere near the ritual. This ceremony is all a bunch of bullshit. I’ve never participated and felt a surge in power, if anything, I feel drained every time I come to one of these things. It’s why I’ve been avoiding it. To be honest, I’m surprised the council hasn’t summoned me to attend. Especially not after my prior transgressions. I wish I could be a nomad, leave my coven, but my mother forced me to join through an irrevocable blood bond ritual when I turned twelve. As far as I know no witch has ever been able to leave a coven when they’ve joined through blood.