Falling in Love with the Man of My Nightmares (That's [Para]Normal #4)

by Camilla Evergreen

Extending his hand toward Willow, Castor states, “My knife.” “Are you sure I can’t keep it? Just imagine what my husband will think if I come home with a knife that smells like you. Ten out of ten good prank,” Willow protests. “A tempting thought. However, my plans don’t include losing my favorite dagger.” Past Alana’s wings, I see Castor slip his knife free from Willow’s fingers, bend, and touch a kiss to her cheek. “This will suffice in your efforts of mischief.” “Ha ha,” she says. “You’re in danger.” A hiss that shifts into a roar pours from Willow’s shadow before a monster feline half the size of a car wraps her close in his claws and tucks her away from Castor. Voice garbled due to the teeth pouring from his partially human, partially cat face, the creature says, “Leave.” “No one has a sense of humor anymore,” Castor mutters.