Devil's Ivy by C.A. Martin

Author:C.A. Martin
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: witch romance, dark college romance, clean paranormal romance, gothic fantasy, insta love fated mates
Publisher: The Lord of Lust Publications
Published: 2023-10-01T00:00:00+00:00

Devil’s Ivy

Cam was content, safe and sound in her parents’ six-bedroomed estate about seven miles into the Cotswolds after a ‘wild night,’ with the guy from the club. She’d said Lane had left her alone and he’d been draped over some skinny brunette when she’d found him. I felt less sympathy for him. Hopefully she was done with him now and she could find herself a nice man that wasn’t internally ugly.

She’d also covered for me when my mother had rung asking where I was- my present hadn’t been touched and my usual mug still hung on the cup tree.

Twenty six years old and I still felt like a dirty stop-out.

Grown woman my ass.

Kit had left me to take my phone call and had started pacing around his studio flat below occasionally glancing up in my direction. I peered over the edge of the loft as far as I could without getting off of the bed. He’d pick up a book. He’d put it back.

Cam had assumed I’d also gone home with a stranger. I definitely wasn’t prepared to tell her any different, and Kit had stopped mid-pace when she’d asked. So much for privacy.

I had stashed my phone back into my black Fiorelli bag, tempted to hurl myself through his front door and never look back. I moved off of the bed and down the steps that led into the open-plan living area below. I spotted my boots on the floor in the adjoining kitchen area and grabbed my leather that had been hung on the back of a high stool at the island and hurled it on. It was a gorgeous apartment, but it didn’t look lived in. It looked like a showroom. I wiggled my toes into my boots and tied the bow at the top, making ready to move.

“What are you looking at?” I bit, harsher than I meant to.

“You’re not very nice to strangers, are you,” Kit preached from across the island.

“You sound like my dad,” I retorted.

He grimaced. “Definitely not your dad.”

“You want to see my powers, magicke boy,” I lurched. “Watch me run a mile in these heels.” I moved towards the door. “I’m going home.”

“Why don’t you try showing me something else?” Kit said, eyebrows ceiling high as he moved from around the island and blocked my way to the door.

“I said I didn’t mean to use magicke. Abstraction. Whatever.”

“So don’t try. Besides, you can’t be traced here, my building is protected. There’s gotta be something we can try. Is there anything you can remember doing that was out of the ordinary, or something odd you couldn’t explain? Maybe we can start there.”

Odd. Bastard.

“Like what? I asked, resigned.

“I’m not sure. Abstraction tends to be unpredictable if you don’t know what you’re doing, but there’s always a definitive outcome, and you’ve probably been doing it on and off your whole life- more so as you got older."

I mulled over the last twenty six years of my life. I clicked my heels on the hard floor as I bounced slightly in thought.

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