Night Witch (Weatherstone College, #2)(46)

Tattoos. Muscles. I wasn’t witch enough to look away.

Neither was Sara: “Fuck me dead.”

Everyone in the gym spun at her loud exclamation.

She stood in the doorway, her bag spilled at her feet as if she’d just dropped it. Her eyes were wide and she was staring at Tobias, who was in the middle of taking off his sweat-soaked tank top.

“Sorry, she’s having a seizure,” Haley called as she leaned down and gathered up the fallen bag.

Sara shook her head, cheeks fire-engine red, as she pulled herself together and strolled past the hot warlocks, heading straight for me. Tobias’s eyes were dark and predatory as he tracked her, and I wondered when their banter was going to turn from annoying snark to sexy fucking. Again. Without the help of witch wine this time.

Sara sat at my side, back to the wall, unnaturally silent. “You okay?” I said with a laugh. I turned to Haley. “Did she really have a seizure?”

Haley rolled her eyes as she settled in the empty spot on my other side. “It’s quite possible her vagina did.”

That snapped Sara out of her daze. “How could you hold out on us, Paisley?” she whispered. “How. Could. You?”

I laughed so hard that I drew Logan’s gaze. “The guys surprised me with this random gym session. But . . . it wasn’t like I could turn it down.”

Sara slumped against the wall. “Toby rocks around in ten-thousand-dollar suits, but he should just be naked . . . all the time?” Logan and Noah chose that moment to ditch their shirts as well and she choked. “What is actually happening here?”

“They’re weirdos who love to lift the equivalent weight of cars for fun,” I said with a shrug. “It’s no surprise they’re all ripped.”

“They are,” Haley whispered, her gaze locked on Noah as he bicep-curled a minivan’s worth of weight. “Very, very ripped.”

“You’ve got a little drool right there,” Sara said, casually flicking under Haley’s lips.

Haley narrowed her eyes. “Like you can talk.”

“They swim after this,” I added, pouring some extra fuel on the horny fire.

“Well, it’s settled,” Sara said, throwing her hands in the air. “We’re going to be late for dinner because I’m not leaving until I see everything. Paisley, you are an absolute witch. You’re on my shit list for not sharing this.”

“Fair enough,” I said, forcing my expression to fall into remorseful lines. “I acknowledge this is too much warlock for me to keep to myself. It’ll never happen again.”

Sara stared me down for a beat before nodding. “Okay, I’ll have a contract over to you tomorrow. I’ll need you to sign and add your magical seal.”

She was insane, but I loved her.

Haley held a book in her hands, but she hadn’t cracked it open as she watched the workout happening before us. Or more specifically, one giant warlock who’d moved on to bench-pressing a small country. “I have feelings for him,” she whispered, sounding shocked. “Holy shit. I have feelings for him. Actual real ones. I’ve never had feelings before.” Her voice got higher and faster. She swung toward me, panic on her face. “What do I do?”

“Annnnd we’re two seconds from a breakdown,” Sara said. “Witch, you don’t do anything. You just keep flirting with that hunk of warlock and see where the moon goddess takes you. I mean, he read one of your smutty books. Bro is into you as well. You’re golden.”

Haley didn’t look convinced, and it wasn’t that she was a virgin, but I knew her experience was limited. She’d spent most of her life living in fantasy books, and through them she knew what she wanted. An alpha asshole who was obsessed with her.

She’d told us before that it was almost impossible for a warlock to live up to her expectations, but then Noah had come along and blown her mind, and now she had no idea what to do with him.

A sentiment I was all too familiar with.

Grasping her hand, I squeezed it tightly. “Life is all about risk,” I murmured, my gaze on my mate. “But without it, there’d be no reward. Don’t be scared to take a chance. Noah might just be worth it.”

The tension took a few seconds to ease from her slender frame. “He is. He’s worth it.”

Her words resonated within me.

Whatever happened with Logan, this time with him was worth it.

Every single second.





Chapter 21




By the time we made it to dinner, my magic was slamming against its cage. I didn’t need two guesses or a spell to tell me why that was: the gym, the swimming after, and a shirtless Logan hauling me to his room so he could get changed. My energy wanted its mate, and the bond was done waiting.

I’d attempted to delay dinner by crawling into his lap, but he’d just dropped a kiss on my nose, pulled one of his hoodies over my head—a very nice distraction—and told me I needed to eat because he could feel my exhaustion.

Exhaustion was fast becoming our word of the day as we discussed the ways I needed to sort my energy out. “I can multitask,” I complained as we entered the dining hall. “What if I ate my food off you?” I tilted my head back to see his reaction, and he both laughed and groaned, lifting his gaze to the ceiling as if praying to our goddess.