Sinfully Spellbound

by Cassandra Lawson

  Chapter Twenty

  The Hunter

  That stupid fucking cunt! I had no idea how she’d done it, but I knew that bitch was responsible for my arm catching fire. I was lucky to have gotten it out before the flames spread to the rest of my body. Now, I was sitting at home, picking bits of fabric out of my charred skin. The pain was excruciating, and I had every intention of making her pay for this. That bitch would think what happened to the others was nice compared to what I did to her. I was in so much fucking pain, my dick was still limp while thinking about torturing her. Oh, yeah, that bitch was going to regret this.

  When my phone buzzed, I was tempted to ignore it, but I already knew who was calling. I did not want to talk to that arrogant prick right now, but if I didn’t answer, he’d come over here, and I really didn’t want him seeing me weak like this.

  “There won’t be a ceremony tonight,” I snapped as soon as I answered his call. No reason for small talk.

  “You do realize that we need to finish the spell within three moon cycles or it won’t work, right?” he asked, sounding annoyingly calm.

  “I know how the fucking spell works!” I gritted out. “We still have two weeks left of the second moon cycle. That’s plenty of time. It was stupid to try to grab a succubus tonight, anyway. The plan was to wait longer between each one, and we should have stuck with that plan.”

  “I’m well aware of the plan,” he said, starting to sound angry. “As I recall, you were the one who insisted on changing the timeline for this next kill. It seems you screwed up. I just want to know if this is going to interfere with our timeline.”

  Oh, how I wanted to flay the skin from his body with a dull knife. How dare he act like I didn’t know how important it was to complete the ritual? I, of all people, knew what had to be done and the timeline we needed it done in. I didn’t see that snarky little bastard out getting his hands dirty. The problems tonight weren’t my fault. That bitch was to blame.

  “Are you still there?” he asked.

  “Yes,” I bit out. “I was just waiting for you to finish your useless rant. While I understand that you’re anxious to get this done, there’s no reason to panic. I’ll just have to get this succubus another time.”

  “Find another succubus,” he ordered. “It was foolish trying to take two so close to Spellbinders, anyway. What if the police had been watching the club to see if someone would target the succubi there? Just let this one go and move on.”

  “I want this one,” I snapped. No way was I letting her get away.

  “Does she know you tried to take her?” he asked.

  “Yes,” I reluctantly admitted. “Somehow, the little cunt set my fucking arm on fire.”

  “Really?” He sounded intrigued. “How did she manage that?”

  “How the fuck should I know?” I asked through my teeth. Pain was making me even less tolerant of his stupid questions.

  “Are you sure she’s a succubus?” he asked.

  “Positive,” I said. “She works at SpellBinders.”

  There was a long silence on the other end of the line, and I was tempted to hang up and focus on my arm, when he finally spoke. “We can go after her, but we need to work on the other succubus first. Try to be smarter about who you select this time,” he advised before hanging up.

  “Fucking asshole,” I muttered as I tossed the phone across the room. If I didn’t need him so much, I’d kill him.

  As I continued working on my arm, I fantasized about all the ways I could make that bitch pay for the pain she was putting me through.