Night Witch (Weatherstone College, #2)(28)

He followed until we were sprawled together, his arms coming around me to hold me close. “It’s time to sleep,” he whispered. “I’ll keep the monsters away.”

The care he was taking with me tonight was my absolute undoing. I didn’t know how to handle this side of Logan, and a part of me wondered why he hadn’t let me touch him in the shower. Or why we didn’t have sex. “Do you not want to have sex with me again?”

It was a ridiculous, needy question that I regretted the second it left my mouth.

Logan stilled, lifting his head higher until I was locked in his gaze. “I have waited a long time for you, Paisley Hallistar. A long fucking time. Nothing went the way I expected when we came together at Weatherstone, what with the dreams, and our bonded magic screwing up our equilibriums, but I’m determined to show you how important you are to me now. You’re not just a body to lose myself in, you hear me? You’re everything, and we’re going to take our time. We might have started with sex, and I fucking promise you we’ll end with it as well, but for now . . . just let me show you how important you are to me.”

The heat of my tears burned, and no matter how hard I blinked, I couldn’t stop them from slipping free. “Don’t cry,” he whispered, tucking me against his bare chest. “You destroy me when you cry, and I can’t even kill anyone for hurting you. Because it was me, and I know I’m a bastard who doesn’t deserve you, but I can’t let you go. Not before, and certainly not now. I tried, Precious. I tried to let you go, but it’s beyond even my power.”

His words had me sobbing, and I prayed with everything that this was real. That what we had wasn’t some cruel trick, about to be stolen away.

Because I’d worried before about falling in love with Logan and losing myself.

When it was already too late.





Chapter 12




Sara gaped at me. “So, nothing happened? Like, no fucking at all?”

We were back in Spokane, the three of us sprawled across my bed, and it was hard to believe that only this morning I’d woken in Logan’s arms in his fancy New York penthouse.

He’d kept his promise. There’d been no monsters or bad dreams, and he’d kissed the heck out of me before his driver delivered me and my friends back at our hotel.

Just in time for us to check out and make our way to an official transport back home.

“No sex,” I confirmed. “Just some amazing orgasms, and then I slept like the freaking dead.”

Sara shook her head. “The warlock is into you, Pais. Like, really into. He threatened to destroy us if we disturbed your sleep by being too loud. He knows you’re not sleeping very well. It was sweet and—”

“Utterly terrifying,” Haley breathed. “Lucky for me, Noah blocked me from most of his wrath.”

“Noah, hey?” I said as my smile grew. I was genuinely dying to know what had gone on with those two. “Any thing happen with that tank of a warlock? You’re not walking funny, so I’m guessing not yet.”

Haley blushed, her pretty face pink and flushed. “Nothing happened outside of cuddling and a few intense conversations, but I think I fell in love last night. He’s so attentive. He asked me about my books, and fuck me dead, he reads too. Mostly thrillers, but he requested my favorite book titles so he could check them out.”

“Get him to read that one with the gargoyle who has two dicks,” Sara suggested. “The sex scenes in that were fucking hot, and it’s always good to train them up early.”

“Great suggestion,” I said, backing her choice. “I’m still waiting for the author to expand that world.”

“How about you and Tobias?” Haley shifted the focus to Sara.

“Tobias Brietlin the Third, you mean,” Sara said with a sarcastic drawl. “Nothing happened. We fought. We danced. We fucked. End of story.”

Haley and I stared at her, our mouths agape, and I wondered if I’d misheard. “How is that nothing?” I finally said around a shocked laugh. “Girl. Friend.”

Sara shrugged. “Look, I dislike his personality, but the package is very pretty. And huge. A huge package that I seriously enjoyed. He talks a lot of shit, but he fucks like a god. That’s the end of it though.”

Haley and I exchanged a blank look for about three seconds before we both lost it. I had to press the bridge of my nose in an attempt to stop myself from spluttering as I said, “Sara, please never change.” She shrugged like there was no chance of that ever happening.

“What are your plans for the rest of break?” Haley asked. “I’ve got to get back home to help with Dad, but I can’t wait to see you all next month at Weatherstone. Sophomore year.”

“No plans for us,” I said with a yawn. “Work, keep my magic suppressed—” Haley was aware of what had happened now too, and thankfully didn’t think I was an evil demon-witch “—and try to figure out why Belle is MIA.”

Haley grew serious, her eyes locked on me. “Do you think it’s a good idea to suppress your magic the way you are? What are the long-term effects of it?”

Letting out a breath, I shook my head. “I have no idea. Gran would have known, but we have to trust in her advice. The letters didn’t give an end date. They just said that without the suppression, I’d eventually call the monsters in a public location where I couldn’t hide them, and the council would destroy me.”