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Jameson Vorhees was a lying, cheating, power-hungry Warlock. Period.

And Conrad Boman?

He was nothing like that.

Patient. Steady. Kind.

And maybe—if I asked nicely—Conrad would be mine.

Before I could lose my nerve, I grabbed my phone and texted him:

Bella

I think we should talk, Big Guy.

His reply came instantly.

Snake Man

Just tell me when and where, Sugar.

Bella

You pick. I’ll be finished at six.

Snake Man

I’ll be there, Sugar.

My heart pounded like a drum.

I wished I had time to shop for something slinky and spellbinding, but he’d have to take me as I was—Witchy flour smudges and all.

The bakery mystery still loomed large, but maybe that was the point—two heads (one belonging to a very large Python Shifter) were better than one.

After years of dodging commitment, I was about to dive headfirst into it.

Here goes nothing.

Chapter Twenty-Three-Conrad

My Python had been trying to tear me to shreds all damn day after I’d fucked up royally with my sweet Witch.

Every flicker of her magic I’d caught on the edge of my senses was like an itch I couldn’t scratch—tantalizing, teasing, reminding me exactly what I’d lost when she’d told me to take a walk.

But ever since she texted me—I think we should talk, snake man.

My beast had been losing his scaly little mind.

Coiling.

Stretching.

Hissing like we were on the verge of a fight.

Except this wasn’t fight-energy—it was want-her-now-or-I’ll-shred-you-from-the-inside energy.

I’d never intended to form a matebond without her permission. Hell, I’d promised her slow. I’d meant it.