Warlock Brothers of Havenbridge 01 - Spell Bound Read Online Free PDF Page B

unmistakable sound of heavy breathing and grunting.
    Could kids from my high school be back here getting it on? It sure as hell wouldn’t be the first time. If it was some kids from school, my magic might scare the shit out of them and make them think twice about coming back.
    I was drawing closer when a figure exploded out of the bushes. It was that damn new kid from lunch. He leaped over a bush, placed his hands on the side of an oak, and somersaulted over a collection of rocks. I stood in amazement as the blur continued running over, around, and off obstacles in his path.
    What the fuck was he doing?
    Without missing a beat, he reached up to a tree limb on the other side of a rock and swung himself to the left. Before him was a crumbling brick wall, the remnants of a cistern. He pulled himself up in a single bound and then leaped like a cat down the other side. When he landed, he sprinted forward a few feet, kicked off the trunk of a tree, and went straight for the small stream only a few yards from where I stood.
    He picked up speed as he rushed toward the water, which was lined with rocks on either side. What was he going to do? Jump? It was about ten feet across. There was no way he could do it.
    But as he reached the water’s edge, he launched himself off one of the rocks jutting out of the water, propelling himself forward while flipping in the air and landing with a small splash on the other side.
    He hadn’t made it, but he’d come pretty damned close. I was impressed.
    He smiled and looked back at the path he’d taken. He was pretty pleased with himself, and I couldn’t blame him. He’d run in a straight line and nothing, not the trees, rocks, or stream, had stopped him.
    “Enjoyin’ the view?” he asked through ragged breaths, his Southern accent still as pronounced as earlier this afternoon.
    He turned to me. He combed his fingers through his shaggy, dark blond locks, brushing the sweat-matted strands to the side. He moved his hands to his hips and regarded me with suspicion.
    He was even hotter in his tank top and running shorts. His shoulders weren’t broad. They were as lean and strong as the rest of his tight body. Nice muscles defined his thighs and calves, probably because he bounced around like a cartoon kangaroo, and the tight-fitting shorts really showed off his ass. It made me hungry.
    Even though his body got me going, his attitude still sucked. He snorted at me, and a crooked smile hitched up his lips. He evidently was used to both girls and guys fawning over him.
    It made me hate him even more.
    “Not really,” I replied with a shake of my head. “Just watching a crazy fool running like mad in my forest.”
    He arched one dark, bushy eyebrow at me. “Your forest? I didn’t realize a forest could belong to someone.” His drawl was so thick he just had to be from Texas.
    “Well, it does.” I opened my arms wide. “And it’s all mine.”
    Still on the other side of the stream, he took a few steps closer until he was directly across from me. “You know, I kinda hoped you might be different from your dumbass friends, but I can see you’re just as much a fucktard as they are.”
    I bristled. I was two seconds away from doing something he’d regret. He might not have said retard, but he’d come pretty damned close. “You know I don’t like that word.”
    He replied with a half smile and a nod. “So how can someone my age own a forest?”
    Fuck! I was going to need a translator to talk to this guy if his accent got any thicker. “It belongs to my family. We’ve owned this land for five generations.” He seemed more annoyed than impressed. “You’re not from around here.”
    “How’d you guess?” he asked while a smirk tugged the right corner of his lips.
    “Well, besides the fact that you talk like a refugee from a rodeo, most people in Havenbridge know this area belongs to the Blackmoors, and we’re not too fond of unexpected visitors.”
    He nodded. He might not be from