Gesturing behind her, she turned, wishing more than ever she’d inherited the gift of invisibility like some of her Witch ancestors. “Ivy.” “Oh, Jesus save me,” she muttered before facing him again. Tucking his hands into his pockets, Silas pushed away from his desk and strode towards her. “I need to take a phone call in fifteen minutes, but it won’t last very long,” he said. “After that, we’ll go.” Ivy blinked up at him. “We?” The grin that curved across his gorgeous face was both warm and predatory, rattling her nervous system. Lover and fiend.
