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the last two times I’d attempted to retrieve the soul.
Would she know it was me? If she came home to find her wards broken and Faust gone, would she ask me about it? Because I knew tonight wouldn’t be the last time I’d visit her. I was enchanted, wrapped around her witchy little finger. I was hers and if I wasn’t here physically, I’d be inserting myself into her dreams as often as I could. There was no way I could ever stay away from this witch.
And that was a problem. If she asked me about Faust, I’d have to tell her. And then she’d never want to see me again—which would destroy me. No, if I were to retrieve the soul, then I needed some way of breaking this spell she had over me.
I didn’t want to break this spell she had over me.
The witch stirred in my arms, nuzzling my neck and nipping at my ear. “So, my horned lover, shall we do this again?”
I caught my breath, feeling myself rise, feeling my heart kick into overdrive once more. No, I most definitely didn’t want to break the spell she had over me. I needed help. I needed advice. And there was only one demon I knew who had solid, recent experience with witches. I’d need to talk to Lucien.
But first, I was going to get it on one more time with this witch.
Okay, maybe two more times.
Chapter 7
Adrienne
I brewed an entire pot of coffee the next morning, knowing I was going to need it just to stay awake all day. The squirrels had been a nervous wreck all night, racing all over my room and making all sorts of noise. They even woke Drake up. He wanted to herd them out into the living room and shut the bedroom door, but I felt a bit sorry for them. Just as Rhoid had been afraid of the dog-thing, I knew the other squirrels were too. How many times in their lives had they been chased up a tree by dogs? And kicking them out of the bedroom would only make their anxiety worse. They seemed to get some comfort from my presence, especially Rhoid who kept trying to get under the covers or squeeze under my pillow. With all their noise I probably only got four hours of sleep, and I wasn’t the sort of girl who did well on less than her usual eight.
Um, and then there was the sex.
If Saturday’s night’s dream had been sexy, last night’s had been downright orgasmic—as in three or four times orgasmic. That horned, fiery-eyed demon had been back, and although I awoke very satisfied, I was still exhausted.
Wow, I really needed to get laid. Not necessarily a boyfriend, because I wasn’t sure I really had the time for an actual relationship. Friends with benefits would sure be nice though. Or just the benefits. If the last two nights were any indication, I was sex starved and desperate for a hot night of mattress aerobics. The dream stuff was great, but how long would that last? What if my unconscious sexual exploits stopped and I began dreaming about boring stuff like roofing repairs, spoiled lettuce in the fridge, my truck breaking down midweek twenty miles from home? I’d had two nights of getting it on. I didn’t want it to stop.
So a relationship—preferably a casual one—needed to move up higher on my to-do list. Although that might be a problem when I was sharing my bedroom with a vulture and four squirrels—especially when the squirrels had a habit of chattering all night long and darting around as they looked out the windows.
I think part of the reason they’d been so upset was that there had clearly been at least one canine in the garage last night. I’d peeked when I woke up, and hadn’t seen any of them in there, but the bone and the eggs were gone, the water bowls had been drunk from, and the beds and blankets were clearly slept on. Maybe with the food I’d left, they hadn’t felt the need to be hunting all night, and had finally gotten some rest. It made me smile to think that I’d done something nice for the poor hounds who’d probably not had anyone be nice to them their entire lives.
Leaving the garage door open a bit, I emptied my fridge of luncheon meat, refilled the water bowls, and straightened the blankets and beds. Then I made sure the