Page 38 of The Fang Arrangement (Celestial Witches #2)

M y sleep schedule is entirely fucked up. Being with a vampire is definitely going to be interesting as far as that goes. But I find myself hopeful that I’ll get to figure out a new normal.

We can fix up the cottage some, and make it more vampire safe beyond my little curtain fix, and while Warin sleeps I can work on the garden.

There can be other days where we disappear in this big, giant house.

The idea has me smiling to myself. I like the idea of creating a life with Warin, no matter what it looks like.

I’m trying to not dwell on the immortal elephant in the room, though as I flip through the journals, I look for any mention of slayers or becoming immortal outside of being a vampire. Which sounds wrong, so I give up, shutting it, and putting it back in the safe.

Warin, Samantha, Sebastian, and Achille are out looking for the Slayer during the day, and since the other council members left, I’m finally free of this room.

I choose to explore the rest of his house while Gus watches his show. My familiar has been a little odd recently, but I chalk it up to living his new life of luxury.

Needing the sun on my skin, I go out to the gardens, placing a blanket on the ground and lying on my back. The sun feels like a balmy blanket surrounding me and I soak it up.

We should definitely build a pool out here. I’ll have to bring it up with Warin. Gosh, I went from thinking he was the world’s biggest asshole to making demands on how we make this place more comfortable insanely quickly. I laugh at the craziness of my life, but smile anyway.

Part of me always wanted a big romantic gesture, some epic story that I could tell people, and well, I got it.

I roll over to my stomach, pulling out my phone and text the group chat I have with Violet and Iris.

Me

How is everything on your front, Iris?

Iris

I haven’t found anything to subdue or overpower a slayer. He’s finally healing. There’s only so much I can do to keep him occupied.

Me

But you’ll let me know the moment he leaves your house?

Iris

Of course I will Ember. What about on your end? Just the main vampire guy is there?

Me

Oh, yeah. To be totally honest, I don’t think it has anything to do with the Slayer and everything to do with his massive crush on Samantha.

Violet

Who’s Samantha?

Me

Warin’s daughter.

Violet

Pause. Rewind. You’re a step mommy?

Me

Gross no. His progeny. I think we’re kind of the same age. She may be older? I don’t know, vampire years are weird.

Violet

Speaking of vampire years…

Me

Nope. Hey Iris, do you know anything about blood replenishing potions?

Iris

I know that they don’t work on slayers. I can have Scarlett drop the potion at your house. You’re being safe right?

I laugh at the text. Does she mean safe sex with my vampire mate? Wait…he does finish. He said that everything is basically in working order as long as he has a steady stream of blood. I close out of that chat and open one with Warin.

Me

I can’t get pregnant right?

He answers super fast, considering he’s supposed to be hunting a slayer and has the president vampire down his neck.

Warin

Unless it’s the second coming of Christ, no.

Me

You said as long as you had a steady stream of blood everything was in working order.

Warin

In the sense I can get hard and direct my blood flow, witch. So no, I can’t get you pregnant, but we can pretend if you want.

Me

You’re insatiable. Speaking of which, Iris is getting me some blood replenishing potion. When things settle, I’ll figure out how to make it on my own.

Warin

Stop talking dirty to me or else I’m going to get in trouble for slacking off.

Me

You’re being safe during the daytime?

Picturing his burned face sends a jolt to my stomach.

I never want him to hurt like that again.

He promised me that he would be completely safe, covered head to toe like Samantha was.

But even so, I worry about him. Sebastian decided since the night hadn’t dug up any results that they would see if maybe the Slayer is only coming out during the day. Which Warin and I both know he isn’t.

Warin

Yes, sunshine, I’m being safe. But now I’m hard over you caring about me.

I laugh and decide to torture him some more by sending a picture of my tits nearly bursting out of my dress.

I bite my lip and watch as three little dots appear and disappear as he decides what to type back.

I’m like a lunatic with a grin staring at my phone, waiting for him to respond, that I don’t hear any steps behind me.

I gasp as a sharp object digs into my neck. It isn’t fangs; I know that much as I slowly turn around, my gaze going hazy.

A person covered from head to toe in black clothing stands before me. Two human men on each side of them.

“I hope you enjoyed your last day in the sun, witch,” she says, before everything goes black.