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I’d always been taught that black cats were a sign of good luck. Maybe that just came with the territory as the daughter of a witch, but every time I’d seen one, life seemed to look up.
Crunchy leaves littered the ground, giving a satisfying crunch anytime I stepped on one with my boots. The entire world was lit up with color, all the trees turning the magnificent hues of autumn.
I loved every bit of this season—when the air turned crisp and you could pull all the warm sweaters out of the back of your closet. It felt like the equivalent of wrapping yourself up in a warm, cozy blanket with a cup of hot apple cider in your hands.
I might not have had everything figured out, but at least I had coffee.
There was nothing quite as magical as getting lost in the pages of a good book. I’d always loved that feeling—looking up, and realizing I’d just spent the last three straight hours reading without a break.
My little witch had no idea.
I found I didn’t like that, either. I wanted to stay by her side. Protect her. Even if I weighed ten pounds, I still had sharp claws. And pointy teeth. If anyone threatened her…
“I’ve got you,” he promised. “Nothing will happen to you as long as I’m here, Willow. I vow it.”
The second I’d gotten my form back, when all of my powers had drawn back into my body, the truth had clicked in place. Her scent hit me like a lightning bolt to my system. Mine. She was—mine.
“That was easier than I thought.” “What?” “To have you begging me.” You’d like that, would you? Me on my knees for you. “All you have to do is ask, witch.” “Mm. You’d like that, would you, demon?” My hand curled around her bicep. “Be careful what you ask for.”
My body sang for me to defend her, to claim her publicly. To make it known that she was mine.
I closed my eyes, letting the shadows take me home. To Willow. The only place I wanted to be.
“Mmm,” Willow murmured sleepily, curling against me. “I think you’ve ruined me for anyone else, Damien.” That was the idea, baby, I thought, but I didn’t say it out loud.
“I know you have responsibilities and things, and that’s your home, but…” “You’re my home now,”
