What the Hex

by Jessica Clare

“How old is Willem?” “Two hundred and some odd change. Not yet three hundred.” Ben shrugs. “Old enough to know what he’s doing.”

That bastard. He knows how much I hate loud, obnoxiously happy people. And now he’s sent me one with a varmint in a cage? If I had the energy to curse someone, I’d curse his ass right now.

All I need is the well of her energy. As long as she’s vaguely compatible for the job, I can use her. It doesn’t matter if I like her or not.

And I’m sure not going to tell him that I orgasmed the moment he “reached” into my magic.

NO MA'AM

“Okay, then we need to figure out the rest of this. We need a cover story. No one’s going to believe that I’m living with you unless we have a really valid one. So we need to make it ironclad.”

Ah fake dating i see

“He can’t stay in his cage all day. He’s used to having more freedom.” “He’s a squirrel. Put him outside.”

“Double-yew tee eff, Willem.

“Oh em gee,

he’s thorny on the outside and an absolute mush inside.

“You’re more than seen. I can’t look away from you. Perhaps I should, since the last thing I should do is touch my familiar, but I can’t help myself. You’re the most frustrating, intoxicating woman I’ve ever met.”

“You may do anything to me that you would like, Penny. My body is yours to enjoy.”

“You love me and my tyranny,”