The Witch Hunter by Candace Adams

Author:Candace Adams [Adams, Candace]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-06-29T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty

John

I excused myself from Matthew, Taryn, and Elizabeth. Damn that woman. As soon as she was near to him, I no longer existed. I could not stand seeing the look of gross infatuation that had taken over my only friend.

I was ashamed to admit that for a few years now, I had fancied us in a relationship of sorts. I guess in a way we were as colleagues, but to me it had always felt like more than that. I often felt that when I spoke to him, he could see inside of me. He understood me in a way no one had ever cared to do before. I would be damned to lose him now. Especially to her.

I have been with more women than I can count. I’ve been passionate. I’ve been forceful. I have taken and received carnal pleasure, but never until my time with him, have I ever felt a desire in me that went unrequited.

I didn’t admit to myself that these feelings existed until I saw the way he looked at Taryn and I knew then that he was lost to me forever. I felt such a jealousy then, it forced me to be aware of things that I had not been aware of.

I could never tell Matthew how I actually felt and confess to him what my true desires were. For a man to have a desire for another man, my career would be over and I would be tried for the very sin that I condemn for. It wouldn’t do any good anyways. He only had eyes for Taryn. He never so much as glanced in my direction with anything other than friendship. I watched his mouth curl into a smile and imagined what it would taste like to run my tongue across his lips. Goddamn that infernal witch! That’s what she was, a witch, and Matthew was falling for her spells. I had to save him from her, no matter the cost.

The stool made a screeching noise as I dragged it away from the empty spot at the bar. Harold didn’t wait for me to call him over, just slid an ale in front of me and went back to drying glasses.

“Long day, Mr. Stearne?” he asked me.

I grunted in response with the mug to my lips.

Elizabeth pushed past Harold and grabbed an old apron from behind the bar.

“There you are! If you want to earn your pay girl, you need to work! I haven’t seen you since this morning! Samuel has been delivering food and drink to all the men and cleaning all the tables on his own. What excuse have you?”

He put his hands on his hips and glared at the girl.

“I’m sorry, Sir. I was helping Miss Taryn get new dresses in town. You instructed me to take care of her needs for Mr. Hopkins. You did say to make sure she had everything she needed.”

She tied the apron tightly behind her back and smoothed her dress down. I watched her hands run down her ass and remembered how she had looked naked in the moonlight.

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