Bewitched (Hexes and Fangs: Holiday editions)

by Eva Rebiuh

I don’t just want her, I am drawn to her—like gravity, like hunger, like something older than memory.

She makes me feel alive in a way I haven’t felt in centuries. Not just awake—aware. Of her. Of myself. Of the ache in my chest that has nothing to do with blood and has everything to do with wanting someone who might never be mine because of the curse.

Vampires hunt witches. Witches kill vampires.

She bit me. She licked my blood. She threatened to cut me. And I’m still standing here, wanting her more than I should.

I am trained to kill him and Nox is born to crave me.

Loving him would be a betrayal. Hating him feels like a lie.

Stalking her is starting to feel dull. I want her and I want her to beg for me.

"I am going to torture you, kill you, burn your body and have a drink, naked on your coffin after I am done." He puts a cigarette between his lips. "Sounds like a date." He lights it and draws in the chemicals. "Are you asking me on a date, nightshade?"

But I also just want to stab him and twist the knife while his cock is inside me.

I like him but the witch in me hates him.