Buttercup (Spell Library #10) - Helen Scott Page 0,14

kissable lips that had parted slightly.

The guy nodded, but the awed expression on his face seemed to be stuck. Maybe he just wasn't used to women talking to him? Or maybe it was asking about his friend? I don't know why because they were both panty-melting gorgeous. The idea of a threesome flickered across my mind before quickly changing to a foursome with Logan added in as well.

I took a deep breath and tried my best to pull my mind from the gutter. "Can you tell me where he went? Or text him for me? I think I said something wrong and I want to apologize."

"I'll help you find him," the guy said, before downing the last of his drink and taking my hand, leading me through the crowd. I would like to say that I paid attention to where he was dragging me, that I noticed anything about where we were going, but I couldn't. My gaze was firmly fixed on his hand in mine. When the cooler air of the outside hit my face, it was like being doused with cold water.

"Hey Big Red," the man whose hand I was holding called out. I wanted to ask about the nickname, but I also didn't want to stop the progress I was making.

"Leave me the fuck alone!" Magnus's tortured voice rang out from the around the side of the building where the parking lot was.

I let go of Mr. Jawline's hand and immediately felt bereft without it, but my pull to Magnus was just as strong. I stood for a second, torn between the two men, between the pull I felt to each of them. It was only when Mr. Jawline began to walk toward the parking lot that I was able to follow.

My whole body was aching, my skin on fire with the need to touch and be touched. I felt like I was a core of iron stuck between two magnets. The closer Mr. Jawline got to Magnus though, the more I felt compelled to be with them, to be touched by them, and if that wasn't alarming then I was clearly off my game.

As soon as Magnus saw me he scowled. "Buttercup, stop, I'm not worth this."

It was enough to make me want to stop moving toward them, but my feet didn't listen and just kept on going. When I was close enough I said, "I'm sorry for asking what you were. I didn't mean to, it just slipped out. You totally don't owe me an answer and can keep it to yourself, but I... This sounds crazy but I couldn't just let you walk away from me like that."

Concern and fear pinched Magnus's face as he said, "I'm a demon."

6

Logan

What was wrong with me? I'd waited too long to talk to Buttercup and now she was chasing after a mean looking motherfucker like he was a new baking recipe she wanted to try. The woman was going to get herself hurt going after guys like that.

I sighed and helped patron after patron. The whole time I was stewing with anger and jealousy. I'd missed my chance with an amazing woman, and it was my own damn fault.

A glass broke in my hand. The sound of it shattering drew attention I didn't need. Even Rose looked over at me with concern twisting her beautiful features.

I started sweeping up the pieces, my hand bleeding slightly, but I knew it would heal in a matter of moments.

"Go clean up and get it together, Logan," Rose said, tossing a bar rag at me and nodding at my bleeding hand.

I stalked away from the bar and into the backroom where there was a small cleaning area. The rag was already damp so I just used it to wipe away the blood before putting it into the trash.

It was dark back here, mainly because most of us didn't need that much light to see, being vampires, but it also kept the area private from the prying eyes of customers, something that Rose was very familiar with. That same jealousy flared again, not because I wanted Rose, she was a friend and quickly becoming like a sister to me, but because I wanted what she had with her mates.

They couldn't keep their hands off each other, anyone watching couldn't miss the love that was between the four of them. I wanted that. And I wanted it with Buttercup, had since I first talked to her. I'd just always been too much of