Livewire Witch: A paranormal romance by Essie Suter

Author:Essie Suter [Suter, Essie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Essie Suter
Published: 2024-02-11T00:00:00+00:00

16

Roscoe

I’m pretty sure I break land speed records for the time it takes me to race across the city and get to Silver.

Silver, who is hurt.

Unconscious.

Bleeding.

Who may or may not have been zapped by Zeph’s lightning.

And is now in the company of a vamp and a mage who do not get along.

The need to get to her, to see with my own two eyes that she’s all right, eats away at me as I drive faster than I should and then sprint the rest of the way, plowing into Dante’s apartment with Fabian at my heels.

“—becoming quite the habit,” Dante drawls as I let myself in without knocking.

He’s not talking to me, though. I don’t stop until I’m in the doorway of his living room, where he’s seated on the coffee table in front of the sofa where Silver is propped up.

Silver. Conscious and in one piece.

My heart is hammering out of my chest, my stomach a tangled mess as I sag against the doorframe to catch my breath.

“Can’t say it’s my favorite new hobby,” she replies softly, her eyes lifting to meet mine. The smile she gives me sends butterflies the size of eagles fluttering in my chest, and I fly across the room, not stopping until I’m beside her on the sofa. I run my hands over her body like I can use them to feel for damage.

When Z called and said she was injured, my damn heart just about stopped.

Not surprising, considering this witch is now the proud owner of it. She must have a foot pedal attached to my chest which only she can control, keeping my heart beating.

Damn, that’s romantic. I better make a note of it to say it out loud later.

She’s right here. Beautiful. Still breathing.

And somehow Zeph and Dante haven’t murdered one another.

It truly is a day of miracles.

Z’s sitting right in the corner of the room on the very edge of an armchair, like he’s preparing to jump up at any moment.

I can’t stop myself from pulling Silver into my arms and holding her close. She hugs me back just as tightly, and finally my heart rate slows and my shoulders unknot.

Pulling back slightly, I cup her beautiful face, tracing the high cheekbones and the kissable lips. She’s dressed in an oversized men’s t-shirt and, despite it not being my shirt, my cock twitches his approval.

Dirty bastard.

My tattooed fingers contrast against the smoothness of her skin. Like I’m a stain ready to corrupt her.

Too right I am. She’s mine and I’m hers.

I’m sure if you tore me open right now, you’d see my insides are silver-plated.

Another classic. That one’s going on the list too.

“What happened, sweetheart? Z wasn’t making a huge amount of sense in between all the sobbing.” I scoop her up into my lap, unable to fight my instincts to have her close enough to feel her body heat.

She’s here. Soft and whole.

I take a deep breath of her scent and pull up short.

“Why do you smell like a sexy pie? Cinnamon and nutmeg and vanilla, all in one.

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