Chapter 33

Stunned, she remained there staring at him, mouth agape, not sure whether to be angry or not.

“Wh--- what are you doing?” She spluttered, “We’ve still got a long way to go.”

“I’m making sure you don’t cast your spell on me.” He said as he let her body gently draw closer until she stood in front of him.

“For more than a decade, I’ve not touched a woman.” He leaned in closer to her. “Have never even given a woman a second look. But now I cannot seem to keep my hands off a slip of a witch,” he rasped at her ear. “A witch who has me feeling like I’ll die if I don’t find out what it would be like to kiss her.” He drew back, his face a mask of rage. “Of course, it’s a goddamned spell.”

Anya had read his intentions even before they’d manifested, and she’d read him correctly. And she’d try her possible best to outmaneuver him. She couldn’t afford to have a stranger, a wolf for that matter, closer.

Did he want to kiss her now? Why now? He’d been faithful to his