That Old Black Magic - By Michelle Rowen Page 0,50
passenger side of her car, but his lips were tight as he smiled.
She put the key in the ignition and pulled out of her parking spot. “Didn’t get around to it. It’s on the list.”
“You don’t have to worry. Even if he’s a mindless, vicious werewolf, it’s only one night a month. We can contain him with that spell. Andy’s just lucky he has you looking out for him.”
She had Maksim’s containment spell tucked safety into her coat pocket. He said even a human could do it, so she didn’t think it would require her tapping into her black magic. She’d just have to read the incantation aloud when the time came and the office would be sealed up nice and tight until she decided to remove it again.
And according to the wizard it would also work as a cloaking spell, so no one who wandered past would see anything weird going on.
“Tomorrow I’m going to track Maksim down and we’ll see him again,” Darrak said. “There has to be some other options for us.”
“You really think so?”
“Sure. In the beginning, we thought it was only Selina that could help us, but now we know for sure that you share her magic. Just because the curse removal didn’t work the first time doesn’t mean that something else can’t be done to help us.”
“You sound so positive today.”
“That’s me. Sunshine to go.” A bitter smile stretched over his face. “It’s probably the angel half.”
She didn’t want to broach the subject, but it was still five minutes till they arrived at the office. She returned her attention to the road. “Lucas said that other demons would come after you if they found out. Maybe we can find a way to cloak you from them.”
As soon as the words left her mouth she regretted it.
“Oh?” Darrak said. “And when exactly did Lucas tell you this?”
She remembered her recent promise to tell Darrak the truth and not to keep anything back. Time to hold true to that. “When I touched the marble earlier, I saw him, but he sent me back so fast you never realized I was gone.”
There was silence in the car for a moment.
“Well, that was convenient, wasn’t it?” His gaze fell to her amulet. “Same color as before. Guess there wasn’t any tonsil hockey going on this time, was there?”
She looked at him sharply. “Sorry to disappoint.”
“What do you think would happen if you slept with him? Might suck the evil completely out of you.”
“Darrak, don’t go there.” Her tone held an edge of warning.
“I guess I understand the ‘let’s wait’ reply to my question now. Got to keep your options open in case a better offer comes in.”
“I swear to God, Darrak, stop it.”
He eyed her. “You swear to God? Why? Are you dating him, too?”
Anger rose in her throat, but she swallowed it down. “I know I hurt you—”
“You didn’t hurt me.” He waved a hand flippantly. “Just helped to put things back into perspective. I should thank you. Lesson learned.”
“Oh, what lesson is that?”
He hissed out a breath. “I don’t want to talk about this.” “That makes two of us.”
He turned his attention to the roadside swiftly moving past them. “Maybe if I wasn’t so connected to you, I’d be able to gather my balls back together and be less of an emotional basket case.” He snorted. “It’s funny, actually. I keep blaming myself for everything I’ve done to you—made you part evil, ruined your life, destroyed your immortal soul . . . I keep forgetting just how much you’ve messed me up in return.”
That hurt, but she couldn’t say he was wrong. Tears burned in her eyes, and she gave him a sideways glance as they pulled into the parking lot.
“Then I guess we’re even, aren’t we?”
He didn’t look directly at her. “Guess so.”
“So you hate me now, is that it?”
Darrak was silent for a moment before he laughed out loud. “I don’t hate you, Eden. I love you. But I get that that emotion isn’t returned in full. Let’s just forget about it and go deal with werewolf boy.”
He got out of the car, slammed the door behind him, and started walking to the front door of Triple-A.
Damn it. She so didn’t need this right now. Any of it.
If she had one wish at this very moment, she’d wish that she wasn’t bound to Darrak. At all. She needed her freedom, her space, her privacy.
She’d never asked for any of this to begin with. Who