Lightbearer

by L.C. Davis

“Oh. Then… oh, you meant the job?” “It’s not a job,” he snapped. “There are leagues of human witches who would sell their souls for the honor of being my Lightbearer, and you make it sound like an assignment.” “If all the witch bitches are so hangry for your dick, then why the fuck do you want my sister?” I cried. He grimaced. “You are the most foul-mouthed creature I’ve ever encountered.”