“Very well,” he continued, his gaze filled with so much love, Tori thought she’d explode. “Victoria Roberts, heart of my heart, soul of my soul. Will you marry me?”
Tori paused, making a face as if she were considering his request. He answered by grinding his hips against hers. “Not fair,” she gasped.
“You started it.”
She relented, wishing she could tuck all of him in the furthest recesses of her being. “Yes. With all the love I possess. Yes.”
“Thank goodness,” he murmured, shifting back. He poised at her core, then slid deep inside. Tori bit her lip. Being filled with his body felt incredibly wonderful. “I thought I’d have to go ahead and persuade you anyway.”
“I wouldn’t have minded,” Tori answered. Then she grunted as he pushed all the way in.
“God, you’re beyond hot,” he bit out.
Tori wanted to scream. She writhed, raked her nails down his back. “Yes.”
“Yes, you haven’t changed your mind and still want to marry me, or yes, you’re burning up in there and if I don’t do something about it right this very second…?”
Tori laughed, thoroughly enjoying their banter. But enough was becoming enough. She had other things needing attending. “Both.”
“And you’re willing to stay by my side even though I’m the most stubborn, obdurate, infuriating vampire you know?” He shifted slightly, and Tori sucked in a quick breath. “You’re willing to spend whatever piece of eternity we have together? Willing continue what you started?”
“Continue what I started?” she asked.
“Of course.” He turned serious. “You honor me with every breath you take.”
“I do?”
“Indeed,” he breathed. “Thank you, Tori. For loving me. Thank you for wanting to be my mate. Thank you for being my soulmate.”
Hunter started to move, and Tori knew she wouldn’t get any words past her lips. All thought ceased. Except one. Ditto.
Epilogue
Tori walked into the laboratory the next day, practically radiant. Stacy ran toward her, then stutter-stepped and stopped.
Tori couldn’t help laughing. “Damn, girlfriend. I promise I won’t bite.”
Stacy lifted a brow with skepticism. “Does that mean you won’t or you don’t want to bite?”
“Can’t,” Tori continued to laugh. “Not a vampire. Honest. No teeth.” She smiled wide just to make sure Stacy could see. Tears of joy filled her eyes. “And just so you know, Hunter says vampires can’t cry.”
“Sorry,” Stacy replied, visibly relieved. “I wasn’t sure.”
Tori couldn’t help but laugh again. She wiped at her eyes and then opened her arms as Stacy opened hers. They hugged a long time. “I thought we’d lost you.”
Letting go, she answered, “I’m tougher than I look. So’s Hunter.”
“Thank God.” With her tongue firmly ensconced in her cheek Stacy added, “I’m going to need lots and lots of specimens.”
Tori grinned and nodded. “I can’t wait to get started.” Tori sort of tried to flash her finger in the light.
Stacy stilled. Her face split into the biggest smile Tori had ever seen. “Oh my God. Is that a rock? No. A boulder? Oh my God. Really?”
Stacy yelled and threw her arms around her, and Tori thought she’d get squeezed to death. “Stace? Um, Stace? You can let go now.”
“Oh. Sorry.”
They stared at each other, and Tori just knew what Stacy was planning. “A quiet wedding. Nothing more. We don’t want call attention.”
“To what?” Hunter asked.
He and Chaz walked toward them in stride, like two models on a runway. Damn, they were fun to watch. “Anything. I’m kind of unique. You may be too. We should find out what’s keeping us ticking first.”
Chaz pulled Stacy into his arms. Tori peeked as he kissed the hell out of her friend. Then a gentle finger pushed her chin straight, and clear, gray eyes let her see inside. Right where she belonged.
“No,” he murmured, his lips hovering. “We have a wedding to plan.” Tori shivered as his tongue thoroughly explored the inside of her mouth. Her knees caved, and her insides turned to mush. Last night wasn’t enough?
Never.
She broke the kiss and whispered, “As long as we visit a particular stone bench. I want to continue our discussion this time.”
With a devilish lift of his mouth he answered, “I’d consider that an honor. Your wish is my command.”
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By Adrienne Blake
The parking space was too tiny. There was no way my poor little Beetle was going to squeeze into the one solitary spot in front of the pub, but this was an emergency and there was no other spot in sight. My best friend, Charlotte Lucas, never went out drinking in the middle of the week. She was far too busy with her work. So I was more than surprised when I got the call asking me to meet her at The Cauldron.
My family lived in a quiet little valley in Misty Cedars, Pennsylvania, surrounded by mountains. It was the kind of out of the way place easily missed in a blink. I glanced furtively up and down the street. No one was watching, so I pulled out my wand.
“Minorem ad quietiora,” I said, pointing at the two cars flanking either side of the parking space.
A shot of green light pulsed from the tip of it, circling both. They wobbled, just a little, like they’d been hit by a strong gust of wind, but in less than five seconds, they were suddenly each about a half foot shorter, opening up the space. I backed into the now wider spot, and after turning off the engine, I wound down the window and sat perfectly still. A parking violation was hardly a major offense, but if a Hag appeared out of the shadows, they could still cart me off to Bitterhold for the night. Unnecessary magic in a public area was an arrestable offense. How would I ever explain that one to Mom and Dad?
Climbing out of the car, I glanced around me. Sensing all was clear, I hurried inside.
Charlotte was sitting at a high table, checking her phone when I saw her. The Flaming Cauldron was a dark basement drinking hole, with slate flooring and a magically illuminated bar that always reminded me of the aurora borealis. The magic was mostly cosmetic—there wasn’t any obvious source of electricity, but there was just enough light to see and be seen.
A young warlock worked the bar—there were usually two on duty. The other was a vamp. I had no clue where she was tonight.
“Hey, Benny. No Sue tonight?”
Benny was a good-looking warlock who had his life history tattooed all over his body. More than once he’d asked me to check out some of the more personal tats, and with a show of feigned reluctance, I’d always managed to turn him down.
“Hey, Iz. Nah, she’s not here. Anemia. Again.” He worked while he talked and was busy stashing dirty glasses into a dishwasher under the bar. “Luckily, we’re not too busy. What can I get you, babes?”
We’d known each other long enough I wasn’t offended by the babes. “I’ll take an Angry Orchard,” I said. “And whatever Charlotte ordered.”
“I’ll bring it over,” he said.
I turned and strolled past the handful of tables currently occupied by a group of young werewolves to join Charlotte. A small light illuminated the center of our table, resembling a white orchid. The small flower was suspended in the air, emitting a warm, incandescent light that became dimmer and brighter as was needed.
“You found a spot then?” Charlotte took a sip of her drink and looked over my shoulder toward the entrance. “I had to park halfway up the street.”
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Charlotte’s eyes opened wide in disbelief. “You didn’t. You know you’re lucky you didn’t get caught. This place has been crawling with Hags lately. If they catch you using ley line magic in broad daylight where anyone can see it…”
I slid into the seat beside her. “Don’t worry, I was careful. I checked everywhere at least a dozen times before I used my wand. I promise, no one saw me.”
“For someone who works in the legal profession, you sure like to live dangerously.”
The bar went silent, and Charlotte, who had a better view of the place from her seat, shot me a pointed look. Curious, I turned to see two Hags making their way over to the bar. Years of unfiltered ley line magic had taken its toll on their skin, which was leathery and covered in warts. Wisps of hair protruded from the top of their heads and out of their ears. Their features drooped so pitifully it was hard to tell their sex. They were bereft of any kind of shape, and only their height hinted at what they once might have been. My heart stopped. Had they been watching after all? Had they come for me?
In a shadowy corner of the bar, a hooded figure sat perfectly still, hunched over a half-full beer glass. Whoever it was, they were the only person not following the Hags as they made their way toward Benny. When the Hags were just a few feet away, the individual jumped from its barstool and sprang up on the counter, running along the length of it. Glasses smashed, and plates of food went flying as they made for the emergency exit on the other side of the bar. A bolt of white light flashed overhead; its tip wrapped around the neck of the escapee, who went down with a violent crash. Their hood down, Charlotte and I stared aghast as a female goblin writhed against her restraints but to no use. The more she fought, the tighter the restraints held her.
When the Hags reached her, with a click of their gnarled fingers, the goblin rose from the ground, hovering in midair, her hands still grappling with the rope. The first Hag turned to leave, and as she left, the goblin floated through the air behind her. The second surveyed the bar area, and with a similar click of their hand, chairs were uprighted and broken glasses mended, until everything was put back to how it had been before. The Hag bowed to Benny and then followed her companion and captive to the exit. The door closed behind them, and only then did anyone dare breathe. Everyone began chattering at once, and order was restored.
“You know, that could have been you.” Charlotte picked up her glass and stared at it thoughtfully.
I buried my private fears and laughed. “Oh, come on, they’d hardly do that for a parking violation.”
Charlotte shook her head. “You never know. And in any case, have you looked closely at those Hags? They weren’t born like that—unfiltered magic did that to them. It’ll happen to you, too, if you’re not careful.”
I laughed out loud. “Oh, Charlotte, really. You know I do mostly earth magic. The plants pay the price, not me. In any case, I hardly ever use the ley lines. They’re strictly for emergency use only.”
“Like getting a parking place? Look, just be careful. You don’t want to get old before your time.”
“What did she do, the goblin?” I asked, wanting to deflect the subject from me.
“No clue. Probably dealing in illegal love potions. There’s been a lot of it about, I heard, and the Hags are clamping down.”
I nodded. “That would do it.”
Charlotte shook her head indulgently, reminding me of Mom. “Did you eat already?”
I was glad of the change of subject. I’d had enough talk of Hags for one night. “Yes, you?”
“I had a little something before I left.” She looked me up and down appraisingly. “You know, I love what you did to your hair. Did you braid it yourself?”
I automatically reached for the intricate braids I’d conjured the night before, and I ran my fingers over them, checking to make sure everything was just as it should be and that the magic still held. Four longer braids fell forward over my shoulders down to my boobs and I checked the ends. I considered it was probably not a good idea to mention I’d used ley line magic rather than fussing with them myself. My sensible friend would have had a fit. “Um, yes, yes, I did. You like it?”
“I do,” Charlotte said. “You’re so lucky. You have perfect bone structure. You look good no matter how you wear your hair. And I wish I could wear mascara too.”
“I don’t see why you can’t,” I said.
“My mom says it makes me look like a fierce raccoon.”
We both laughed at the familiar joke. It was true, though. Charlotte and I couldn’t look more different. I had an athletic build, with dark-auburn hair and clear skin my sisters would die for. Not that I was the best at taking care of it, because I liked to goth it up—with purple lipstick and heavy on the kohl around the eyes. My magically-knitted leotard-style dress had a V-neck, exposing just enough boobage to tease, with long leaves of black forming the skirt, which stopped just above my knees. I hated shoes, preferring to run wild without them at home, but here I wore a pair of open-toed sandals, showing off my black nail polish and ankle tattoo of a hummingbird. Half the time, people took me for a vamp. Easy mistake.
In contrast, Charlotte was slim, but her figure was otherwise unremarkable. Today she wore a simple, off-the-shelf dress adorned with an equally neutral scarf, high heels, and a matching purse. Her blond hair was cut into a short bob, and her pale face was devoid of any makeup. It bugged her to no end, but the fact was she had sensitive skin and could only get away with a few products. We’d tried a few spells to ease her condition, but so far, no luck.
Benny arrived at our table with our drinks in hand. “Do you want to run a tab?”
“Sure.”
Benny grinned at the wink I gave him and shot me one of his own before returning to the bar.
“So what’s the big to-do?” I asked Charlotte once the cute warlock left.
“You’ll never guess who I had dinner with last night.”
“Who?”
“Charlie Van Buren!” Charlotte seemed so excited I thought she might launch from her seat.
“The matchmaking guy?”
“Yes, him. It looks like Dark Coven is let at last. My dad arranged the lease, and we had him over for dinner last night. Hell, Iz, he’s so gorgeous—much better than in the magazines, and he has such nice eyes. Not to mention, he’s single. He was telling us all about it, all about Wendy and the big breakup.” Charlotte shuddered and covered her eyes for a moment, embarrassed. “God, you know I think I drooled all the way from Mom’s appetizer right through to dessert. He probably thinks I’m a total idiot.”
I laughed. “I somehow doubt that.”
Charlotte grinned. “But it’s true. Anyway, I managed to sneak a picture of him on my phone while he was talking to Dad in the kitchen. Wanna see him?” She picked up her cell and began swiping.
“Not especially.”
Truth was, I was dying to see him, but I wasn’t going to tell her that. Charlie Van Buren was all anyone talked about these days: the self-made warlock who’d made a fortune with his supernatural dating app, Magical Moments. I hadn’t tried it myself, though if my mother was to be believed, it would solve all my man troubles. Apparently, it never failed—users got a love match every time.
“Yeah, I believe you.” Charlotte smiled at me sideways, knowing me better. Of course I was as curious as everyone else about the new tenant of Dark Coven. “Ah, here he is.” She turned her phone to me. “What do you think?”
Hmm. Charlie Van Buren was certainly hot. I could see why everyone was swooning. He had sandy-brown hair with just enough natural wave to be appealing but not overly fussy. And he was tall. Charlotte’s kitchen had a high ceiling, and he was way up there in mortal danger from the pendant lighting.
“Nice,” I said. “So he’s only leasing Dark Coven—he didn’t want to buy it?”
“It’s up in the air, I think,” Charlotte explained. “I think he just wanted something easy while he sorted things out with his ex.”
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Charlotte’s eyes glazed over as she stared off into space. Who could blame her? The population of warlocks in Misty Cedars had thinned out over time. The east side was too suburban for most young warlocks, and since most of us were third-generation or less, we had little money. And the Hags prohibited conjuring any—unless you fancied a solitary cell in Bitterhold. It was the price we paid for sharing an economy with nonmagical beings, who my generation affectionately referred to as numpies.
“You’re lucky. At least your dad is in a position to meet new people as they come and go. Once in a blue moon, Dad invites someone over from his university, but they’re mostly old farts he knew when he worked there. All book nerds and bibliophiles. He definitely doesn’t know anyone as hot as this Charlie guy.”
I amused myself by running my hand around the orchid light, checking the redness of my fingers as the light illuminated my skin.
“Oh my God!” Charlotte’s sudden outburst almost made me spit out my cider.
“Christ, what is it?” I followed her horrified gaze over to the door, thinking maybe the Hags had come back for me after all.
A group of young people had just entered the bar and were looking around, checking the place out. I recognized Charlie Van Buren at once but had no clue about the other four people with him. One thing I knew for certain: they were all magical. Their pulsating auras said witches and warlocks as clearly as if it were stamped on their foreheads.
Charlie’s ready smile and eager expression made it clear he was out to have a good time, although I couldn’t say as much for his four companions. Charlie traveled with two men and two women, all looked around his general age, and all were dressed impeccably well. They looked a little ostentatious in this spit-and-sawdust basement bar, and from the sneers on their faces, they knew it.
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