Magically Betrayed_An Urban Fantasy Novel by Rachel Medhurst

Author:Rachel Medhurst [Medhurst, Rachel]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-02-25T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

The knock on the door brought me from a happy dream, a dream where I was getting down and dirty with Mr Gerard Freshwater.

“Devon?”

Oh, and there was his voice. So deep, so raw. And, so loud in my ear. Who said he could come in?

“What?” I muttered from under the covers.

If the sound of rattling cutlery had anything to say about what he was doing, he’d better have a big ‘ole English breakfast with him.

Thrusting the covers off me, I glared at him when I noticed the bowl of oats. “Porridge? Really?”

Tugging the cover back over me, I huddled into myself. I wasn’t getting up for porridge. It was boring.

“You’ve got your therapy appointment in two hours. I thought we could do a workout beforehand.”

My mind instantly went to the dream I’d been having. That was my kind of workout.

It had been three days since the whole agency, plus the leaders of the underworld, had come to my rescue. Thunder Hunter had quickly disappeared into his hiding hole, like usual. He was an acquaintance, that I very rarely saw, but I was pleased to see him the night he sent the dark crawler back to hell.

“Get up, Mrs Lazybones.”

“Mrs?” I said, moving very slowly to sit up. “I’m Miss, thank you very much. No one’s put a ring on it yet.”

The quirk of his eyebrow made me smile as he handed me the bowl of gunge. Ugh. He had nursed me since our ordeal at the hospital, blaming himself for letting me lead him astray. Justina and Kurt had berated us, upset that we’d gone against their wishes, yet again. In fact, we were both on a warning.

“You get me into all sorts of trouble,” I said, gingerly taking a bite of the food. “Nope, this won’t do.”

Shoving the bowl on the bedside table, I jumped out of bed and stretched my arms high. “You, Gerard, are treating me to a fry up at the café.”

His gaze was stuck on my face, his eyes wide, worried. What was wrong with him? He’d seen me in my nightclothes before. Glancing down at myself, I stared. Er. Okay, my boob had decided to slip out of my nightdress and sit on top of it, winking over the edge.

Spinning, I slapped a hand over my mouth at the same time as tucking myself away. Mortifying was not the word. In fact, there wasn’t a word to describe how abysmally embarrassed I was.

Gerard cleared his throat. “So, do you realise how close you came to being possessed again the other night?”

Laughter escaped before I could pull it back. Turning, I shook my head at him. “Firstly, we pretend that never happened. Secondly, you don’t try to cover it up with something that I’m in therapy for.”

Flushed cheeks turned even redder as he tried not to smile. The lift of his lip made me raise my eyebrows.

“I mean it.” He turned serious, the hilarity instantly gone. Ah, I thought I’d diverted Serious Mac-therapist. Alas, it seemed not.

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