Contents (41)
- Magic Hunter
- C.N. Crawford
- A companion short story
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Stay in Touch
- Also by C.N. Crawford
- Acknowledgments
- About
“I’ll tell Ambrose she’s your assistant. She’ll get a salary.” Moonlight skimmed over Caine’s skin. “We’ll work out the details later, but right now we need to hide the both of you before Josiah alerts the Brotherhood. I would use magic to get us home faster, but that twat glitter-bombed me.”
“Let me handle the teleportation.” With a determined look on her face, Aurora stepped out of the park—and directly in front of a car. A blue Toyota screeched to a halt, and Aurora flashed her fangs, smacking a hand on the hood. “We need a ride.” She glanced at Caine, jerking her head at the car. “Get in.”
Caine rushed over to the car, with Rosalind and Tammi close behind. As Tammi hopped into the back seat, Caine pulled open the door, beckoning Rosalind inside. An empty car-seat took up the middle, and she had to squeeze in on his lap.
The woman in the driver’s seat turned to them, her dark eyebrows furrowed. “Um, are you all vampires?”
Aurora slid into the front seat, slamming the door shut. “Just me. Take us to the end of Hardy Street.”
“Please take us there, Ma’am,” added Rosalind from the back seat. Her bare feet rested on a collection of discarded sippy cups.
The woman frowned. “Call me Marisa. Now, I don’t mind working with vampires. In fact, I run a demon-human ally group to improve inter-species community relations. But I will not drive if you’re not wearing a seatbelt.”
Caine’s arms folded around her. “She’ll be fine. Trust me.”
“Seatbelt,” she repeated, her voice stern.
“Yes Ma’am.” Caine reached around, pulling the seatbelt to strap the two of them in.
“Marisa,” the woman corrected.
As the car took off, Rosalind leaned into Caine. She could feel his heartbeat through his clothes, and his warm breath against her neck. She resisted the urge to nuzzle his throat. She had no idea if that kiss had actually meant anything, but she was probably stupid to even consider the possibility. He was an incubus, after all, and he was obviously deeply untrustworthy.
Tammi let out a long breath. “I’m going to need to process everything that just happened. I don’t suppose I can call my Thorndike counselor about this. I’m just a little confused about what the fuck is happening with my life.”
“You and me both,” Rosalind said. Her mind still reeled from that awful encounter with Josiah. While Caine’s warm body was a welcome distraction, she couldn’t stop her thoughts from running wild. For one thing, she’d just learned that the Brotherhood were as bad as the demons. And then there was the valkyrie fight, the kiss, the threats from Josiah…
Exhausted, she rested her head against Caine’s shoulder. “Imagine if my parents had never done this to us. We’d been living happily in Maremount still.”
“You would have been living happily. I would not.”
“Why not?”
“That’s a long story. Some time I will tell you all about Maremount.”
“Now that I’m apparently on the side of the demons—” Her voice broke. “I should probably learn about my homeland.”