Licking a swipe of whipped cream off the top, Ivy was too busy not spilling or burning herself to see Silas’ blazing stare on her. But she certainly felt it. “If Deirdre saw you look at me like that, maybe she wouldn’t have called you my client,” she said, finally glancing up at him. “Could have corrected her,” he said, voice low. Ivy sipped her mocha. “And tell her what? That you’re my Incubus employer who’s also feeding from me? She’d have passed out on the spot.” “Do all Witches faint that easily in my presence?” “I don’t know,” she said, smirking. “Let’s go back and find out.”
