Page 38 of The Bookseller and the Alpha (Witch Twins #1)

Luc

I was woken by the buzz of my phone. It was still dark. I was in Caly’s bed, her body snuggled against mine. My cock was as hard as steel.

I glanced at the caller ID. Billy. Fuck.

I scrubbed my hand over my face. I hadn’t had an opportunity to apologise.

To explain. But I had to go. Fuck. I declined the call.

Rolling out of bed, as quietly as I could, I pulled on my pants from yesterday.

I didn’t look back at Caly. If I looked back, I’d want to kiss her.

If I kissed her I wouldn’t be able to leave her.

But if Billy had a lead on the threat, I needed to follow it up.

First though, I needed to look after my mate.

I texted him as I walked down the darkened corridor, Beast lending me his night vision.

Be there as soon as I can . Then I dialled the number for the café next door, placing an order.

My go-bag, which I’d dropped in the living room last night, had a spare shirt and I dressed while I waited, my eyes roaming the room.

Caly’s coat hung on a hook by the door. It was too thin for this weather. She needed a better one.

I heard the ding of the elevator and footsteps coming down the corridor.

Now that I’d upgraded building security, no-one could get into the building without being vetted by the guard on duty.

But I still tensed as the footsteps came to the door.

I smelled a human. A young male if the ridiculous amount of body spray he’d smothered himself in was any indication.

I suppressed a cough at the stench. A glance out the peephole confirmed my guess.

A pimply-faced teenager, earbuds in place, looking bored.

I heard the rustle of paper as he put down the parcel, then retreating footsteps.

Easing the door open, I collected my mate’s breakfast. I left it on the counter, with a note. Then I went out the door, feeling like I was leaving part of my heart behind.