Buttercup (Spell Library #10) - Helen Scott Page 0,5

this side of the bar for a change?"

"I like both sides. Get to meet interesting people working as a bartender, especially at Vee, on this side of the bar, not as much."

We both stood there awkwardly while sipping on our drinks. I didn't have anything witty to reply with, so I just wondered, "Is it just because it's a supernatural bar or is it because Silver Springs is a little weird?"

"Both, I think." He laughed before taking a big swig of his drink.

"I've never lived somewhere with so many supernatural species coexisting. The town I grew up in was always just witches and wolves, well, wolf shifters. It's a little weird here with everyone being cool with one another, plus I don't know about you, but I can feel this power running through the town as though everything is magic, not just the people." I decided to shut up instead of waxing philosophical any further.

"You don't think that supernatural species should mix?" Logan asked, sounding shocked.

"No, that's not what I meant at all! Bradford, the town I grew up in, chased away outsiders, unlike Silver Springs. It made me feel on edge and as though I'd be run from town any second for being defective, since I'm not a very good witch." I lied a little, protecting the secret of what I was and taking another big swig from my drink so I didn't start spilling my dirty laundry all over the place.

"You're not?" Logan asked.

I shook my head. "I've never really been able to do spells, I just sense magic. It's why I'm not in the coven here. I don't think I meet their idea of what a witch should be." Or it could be because I wasn’t one, but telling people I was a witch—or letting them assume that—always seemed easier than the truth.

"That's bullshit. Start your own coven, one for all the outcasts, and say fuck you to those hoity-toity bitches," Logan practically growled before downing the rest of his drink.

I followed suit, and hoped it gave me enough courage to dance, as Logan held out his hand and gestured to the dance floor with his head, "Shall we?"

"If you insist, but I apologize now if I crush your toes," I said, hoping my feet would follow his lead. The good thing was that even when people assumed I was a witch, I wasn’t the only bad witch in town. Julian's spells had a tendency to destroy things, so at least I had that going for me. People just thought I couldn’t do spells, which was better than thinking all my spells blew up.

His hand was cold against my own as he led me out onto the floor between the couples that seemed like professional ballroom dancers. When his other hand rested on my waist my insides felt like they were being scrambled in the best way possible. I looked up at him through my lashes and saw him watching me.

Just as he started to move me around the floor with effortless grace, the kind only vamps and shifters can have, the music slowed. I paused, unsure what to do, and we bumped into each other awkwardly, making us both laugh. I doubted he'd meant a slow dance when he'd first asked.

His hand slipped further around my waist, pulling me closer, and I hid my smile in his shoulder as he slowly started swaying with me. This was something I could handle, not having to move my feet much meant less chance for me to trip over myself or step on his.

"Trust me?" he whispered into my hair.

I nodded. Unsure, but not lying. I did trust him.

As the music rose and the singer began to belt out an extended note, he dipped me down and rotated me from one side to the other where he brought me back up. I couldn't help but smile like a doofus at that move. If he hadn't been a vamp, I wasn't sure he would have been able to pull it off, but with that supernatural strength I wasn't as worried about relying on him to support me.

"Beautiful," he said as he looked down at me, and I felt my face flush.

"You're not so bad yourself," I replied.

He chuckled and spun me out before winding me back in where we swayed, but this time with my back to his front. By the goddess I wanted this man. I hadn't realized how much until I felt him pressed flush against me and