Black and Silver

by Gwendolyn Harper

Great, I’m in a maze that doubles as a Tardis.

“Let me be very clear, Miss Saint James,” he said, voice gone cold. “No one—not myself or any of my people—feed from the unwilling. We never take anything by force. And I do not appreciate the assumption that we would ever do something so heinous because of what we are.”

“Ivy,” she murmured. “Call me Ivy.” God, that red ring in his eyes was hypnotic. Of course it is, he’s a fucking demon.

Silas grinned down at her, slipping his hands back into his pockets. “No one in this house is afraid of a little fire.” To emphasize his point, he nodded to the collection of candles next to her and in a blink of an eye, they were all lit.

His new Witch wasn’t accustomed to being looked after. He’d have to use that to his advantage. His.

“Is it that surprising the fat girl doesn’t want to be gawked at while she’s just trying to have her breakfast?”

Maybe if he stabbed himself in the thigh he’d be distracted enough to reign himself in for the evening.

“All the people I’ve dated, all the men I’ve been with—” She shook her head. “Not a single one has cared for me the way you have, and I’m just a meal source on your payroll.”

“Not fully,” she said, grinning. “I thought that wouldn’t be very satisfying for my client, so I added a clause to my hex. He can get an erection… If his partner clucks like a chicken. For the whole time they’re together.”

AHAHAHAHA 😂😂😂

“Meaning that if Corey was able to find someone willing to cluck for the duration of their encounter, he’d still be humiliated in the end.” Ivy’s lips curled into a vicious smile. “Because now he shits himself when he comes.”

IT GOT BETTER!

Nodding, Silas lifted her hand. “My brave witchling,” he whispered as if to himself.

If I don’t find her in the next thirty seconds, I’m setting off the fire alarm.

“Just take it off me, you big demonic baby.”