Magic and Mayhem: Witch and Were (Kindle Worlds Novella) Read Online Free PDF

too good looking to trust."
    I laughed even though Francine was dead serious. "He's not that bad. A little pushy maybe."
    "Mmm hmm. You'll see. Shifters love to take, but they rarely give."
    I paused for a moment, staring into Francine's eyes. It didn't take witch power to sense a layer of bitterness there. It would seem my mother wasn't the only one who got taken in by a pretty Shifter man."
    To ease her worry I reassured her again that I would keep my eyes open and not do anything crazy. "Besides, I'm the normal one, remember?"
    "Let me know how this quest goes. I'll be curious to see what you decide."
    Francine confused me. She claimed to not be able to see any more details than she gave and yet she spoke as if she knew exactly what was coming my way.
    "Bye, Francy. See you in a couple of weeks."
    "Goodbye, my sweet bebe," she sad, sadness infused in the words.
    I left the reading room with a bad feeling. I hated bad feelings. They were a clear sign something wasn't right in my world.
    "Let's go," I said to the waiting Mick as I passed him by. I'm sure he'd heard every word based on the dark look stamped on his face. Not that I blamed him. I wasn't completely blameless in this distrust of Shifters. He'd done nothing as far as I knew to deserve the hassle.
    Just like all witches weren't alike, I imagined Shifters were the same.
    When we got to the car, he grabbed my elbow and turned me around and pressed my back into the door. "Is that how you feel too?"
    "What do you mean?" I asked, trying to delay my answer.
    "Do you hate Shifters too?"
    "To be honest, I don't know. Until now I avoided them. My mother's had a run in or two that didn't go well and that drama spilled over onto me. I hate drama."
    He took a step forward, invading my personal space until he was a mere inch or two from touching me. "I hate drama too," he said, his voice lowering to a deep growl that vibrated across my skin. "But whatever issues you have against us you might want to get over. Last time I checked you were shifting into a pretty white wolf."
    "Witches can't shift. There has to be some sort of dark magic at work here."
    "Or maybe your true self is finally coming out." He bent forward and pressed his warm lips to my neck, sending a shiver racing along my skin.
    "That seems a little absurd at my age." When it came to Mick I was feeling a little more secure about my age, considering he was older than me.
    "Age is just a number, sugar. I mean look at you. You're gorgeous."
    My insides turned a little jelly at the compliment. I really liked the way he looked at me. The hunger in his eyes revved me up.
    "You aren't so hard to look at yourself."
    He smiled a moment before he bent a fraction more to capture my lips. His tongue swept across my skin before he pulled me flush against his extremely hard body and deepened the kiss.
    I think I whimpered. Although I couldn't be sure. Not when my body and head were exploding with new sensations. The man could kiss and kiss well. Fucking A.
    By the time we came up for air, I could feel every last inch of him tight against my frame. Lucy wasn't kidding when she said he packed large.
    "We should probably go," he said, slowly putting some space between us. "We've got a long drive today."
    I wasn't sure if I was disappointed or relieved. Although now that I was again aware we still sat in the parking lot of Francine's, the heat of embarrassment crept up my neck.
    "Yeah let's get out of here," I agreed.
    Mick went around to the passenger seat and I hopped in the driver's side. It was a refreshing and unexpected benefit that he didn't try to insist on driving. Maybe all Shifters weren't alike. I checked my rearview mirror and pulled out of the parking spot.
    "Why are you grinning?" Mick asked.
    I glanced over at my silver fox. "I didn't realize I was."
    He laughed and reached for the radio. "I guess my witch girl doesn't hate all Shifters after all."
    "Maybe." I said, turning onto the highway and gunning the engine.