Page 6 of Bewitched (Hexes and Fangs: Holiday Editions #1)

"C ould you explain the bite? I am very curious."

"I had to make him go away."

"Him?"

The entry bell tolls, and the front door creaks open.

"Neo? Good morning! Oh, what happened, dear?"

Her attention is drawn by the elderly woman looking at the candy corn spilled on the floor.

The lights switch on again. She looks up at me, her eyes fixed on the blood staining my neck.

Her fingers seize the collar of my shirt, yanking me down to her level.

She parts her lips and with a slow lick, she brushes some of the blood from my skin.

"For the Coven’s sake! It won’t… never mind.

Stay here! Don’t lay a finger on anything, or I’ll have to cut it!

" She detaches from my shirt and walks to the storefront. She beams with delight, guiding the lady through her candy choices. I lean against the door, arms crossed, embracing the moment’s sweetness.

From behind the counter, whenever the woman is not paying attention, she gives me a deadly glare.

I lift my hands in surrender and smile. She rolls her eyes.

She makes her way back to me as soon as the woman walks out of the store. Her eyes are pointed at the open box in front of me.

"I told you not to touch…" As a snake prior to the strike, her form leaps at me.

I laugh, raising my arm with a playful gesture. "Did you stuff the box with your lingerie?" She is too small to even dream of reaching my hand. It’s a fun moment, with her jumping for her lace thong.

"Put it back!" She stops bouncing and looks at me frustrated.

"This is mine now." I tuck the strip of ruby lace into my pocket.

"Are you going to wrap it around your cock while you stroke yourself to sleep?"

"You’d love to know that, wouldn’t you?" A scrumptious bit of need, for sure.

The same thought crossed my mind; I admit.

But when she spoke it aloud, tension thickened in the air.

She removes the remaining lingerie from the box, one of the eyes glued to a sock.

Her red lips emit a noise cloaked in disgust. Her hand wafts the sock into the air and the eye lands on the floor.

"Why did you kill him?" I toss the eyes into the bin.

I don’t know when she reclaimed her little weapon, nor do I care.

Honestly, I enjoy the thrill of it being aimed at me.

Again. By her. I slide my hands into my pockets and approach her slowly.

Her spine hits against the table’s edge.

The moment she looks up, her eyes capture my soul.

Framed by long lashes covered in thick black mascara, her flawlessly straight eyeliner adds drama to her face.

In an instant, I lose my shit entirely. The knife found its home just above my collarbone. Its cold edge pressed to my skin.

"Would you have liked to be his next target?"

"I can stand up for myself against idiots, just fine." She brings the sharp tip to my tattoo and scratches every single letter inked on my skin. "How did you kill him?"

"You want the whole story, don’t you?"