Page 7 of The Bookseller and the Alpha (Witch Twins #1)

Luc

It took all of my extensive training in concentration and focus to get a sentence out of my mouth when her hair fell over her shoulders and spilled over her chest. Loose curls framed her face and dipped into the hollow between her breasts.

Right where I wanted to put my mouth on her skin.

Do it , Beast urged. Bite her. Claim her.

No. I was more than a Beast. Focus Luc. Do your damn job. Then go home and get this clusterfuck under control. You can woo her later . My voice, forced from a throat gone tight, came out harsher than I’d intended. “You forgot to set your wards. That’s how your intruder got in.”

Her reaction was fascinating. First there was a blank look; then her eyes narrowed as she processed what I said. Her chest swelled as she took a breath to answer me.

“I. Beg. Your. Pardon.” There was so much ice coating those words.

Absolutely fascinating. She sounded just like Electra when she got mad.

Her eyes though. They were not like her sister’s.

Electra’s eyes went hard and cold when she was mad.

Frozen emeralds. Calypso’s eyes on the other hand; her eyes burned.

If her eyes were lasers I’d be burned to a crisp.

It was sexy as hell. Calypso had an ocean of passion, hiding just below the surface.

That “nice girl” persona was an act. I was going to enjoy stripping back her layers.

Later. You’re here to do a job. I forced my mind back to the reason I was here.

I needed to regain control and there was only one way to do it.

I already hated myself. I was going to have to be an asshole to get through this. “The wards on your front door didn’t activate; ergo you forgot to set them.” I added a touch of condescension to my tone. Her response didn’t disappoint.

“I set them before I left last night. Same as I do every day.” Those laser beams bored into me, drilling into my chest, filling the emptiness with fire, burning away the darkness.

“Did not.”

“Did too.”

“Oh, no you did not.”

“Oh yes I did.”

My lips quirked. This was too much fun. “Peace.” I held up a hand. “Do you have footage?”

Caly turned to walk further into the store.

I dragged my eyes away from her swaying hips to scan the space.

The shop was narrow, lined by high shelves on each side.

The pale-coloured wood stopped the space from looking cramped.

Comfortable-looking chairs, covered in blue velvet, were scattered around the front of the store, near the natural light provided by the picture windows at the front.

In the middle of the space a metal circular staircase led to an upper level.

A narrow path had been cleared to a small nook under the stairs.

Beyond that, I could see the counter and a door which presumably led to employee space and the back door.

I could imagine that the shop was usually an inviting and restful place.

I could see how it would be popular, particularly with the College so close by.

Today, however, it looked as though a bomb had hit it.

Thousands of books had been pulled from the shelves and lay in haphazard piles on the floor and the furniture.