Page 42 of Twice Bitten (Love, Lust & Magic #1)

“Dude, what’s your workout routine?” asked the man standing next to him. His question was pointless, however, as flashes of the night already behind him were the only thing echoing through ’s skull.

Ding, ding, ding!

Looking down to see he was shirtless, he quickly realized what had happened. “Oh, shit.” He turned to face the only other student on the elevator.

Noticing the doors had opened at his floor, quickly got off.

“Fine, keep your secrets then!” the man said as the doors closed in his face.

hurried down the hall, sweat collecting on his forehead as he worked to piece together what had just happened. “Rune spell, takeout food, stripping in the bathroom, and—oh, that’s right. An unexpected magical possession. Exactly what I didn’t order.”

was sure that his spell would allow Odessa to possess only supernatural creatures. That didn’t include witches, or at least so he thought.

fumbled through his pants for his room key. “Oh… Griff,” he suddenly remembered as he undid the lock. Not wanting to confront the primary victim of his magical possession spell without an excuse, he quickly backed up and pressed himself into the hallway wall.

Visuals of Griff with Uriah Black and Pruitt Mondamin raced through his head.

“Odessa, you did some seriously fucked up shit,” said aloud to himself. Or was he not alone even now?

Scanning his surroundings, took a deep breath and—slowly at first—made his way into the room. He was relieved to see that Griff hadn’t returned home. Did this mean what he thought it did?

“The plan worked? It fucking worked ,” he said with a laugh. “That or my roommate went home with his new boyfriend—er, boyfriends. Whatever .”

As though in response to ’s muttering, his phone buzzed with a text notification. The sender? His favorite contact, Witch Bitch. He threw his arms back and fell into his bed as he read the message aloud. “ Resurrection? ” He couldn’t wrap his head around it.

“Yes,” another voice inside suddenly said aloud. “ My resurrection.”

“What the—what are you doing inside of me still!?” panicked, jumping up from his bed.

“I guess you didn’t read the fine print,” another voice responded from somewhere in the back of his throat. “It’s time for the bonus round.”

let out a scream of anguish.