Sassy Ever After: A Witchingly Sassy Seduction (Kindle Worlds Novella) Read Online Free

him.
    “Uh-huh.”
    “What if I don’t want you following me around? What if I have some private things to attend to?”
    “I’ll wait on you. You seem like you need a little watching over, as I can see it.”
    What was she, a confused puppy or a charity case to him?
    “But I didn’t ask for your help. What we have here is a failure to communicate. I don’t need your help. Therefore, you need to leave me alone. Otherwise, it’s called stalking.” She turned around to face him to punctuate her words, in time to crash into his rock hard chest. “Damn it! Stop doing that!”
    “Doing what?”
    “Getting in my way!”
    “But you’re the one who stopped abruptly.”
    “I know, but you shouldn’t have been following me so closely.” She pushed against the firm wall of muscle he used as a stomach, inching him back some. “Shoo. I really don’t need your protection. I’m fine,” she said with another dismissive wave.
    “Shoo? I’m not some puppy dog.”
    She cocked an eyebrow, questioning his assertion.
    “Okay—but I’m not a dog—I’m a wolf.”
    “Uh-huh and I’m gone.”
    Afternoon waned. It would be evening soon and she still needed a place to crash. She pushed against him again, determined to get the unnervingly handsome pest to go in the other direction. Any other situation and she’d be pulling him in her direction. Instead, she was in the back alley of some buildings, trying to push what had to be the sexiest man she’d ever encountered, in a direction opposite hers.
    He didn’t budge. Instead, he stood there, rooted to the spot, with a beautiful, thick male eyebrow cocked up, examining her—again.
    “What’s your name?”
    “Huh?” Celia didn’t know why he insisted on ignoring her.
    “You heard me,” he said, pointing to himself. “I’m Owain Colfer, originally from Scotland. But my family moved here to be with relatives from our American pack when I was a child… and you are?”
    So that’s where the slightest hint of an accent came from?
    “Celia.”
    “Celia what?”
    “Uh-uh, you don’t need to know my full government name.”
    “What? But I told you mine.”
    She wasn’t about to give him her last name, childhood background, or anything else he might use to find her in the future. If this was another place and time, maybe, but now—uh-uh.
    Instead she said, “And that was fine. I’ve already forgotten it anyway. Just because you offer up information doesn’t mean I’m going to do the same.”
    “Why are you being like this?”
    “Like what?” she said, speeding up to get more space between them.
    “You know… mean. I’m trying to get to know you.”
    She could hear him keeping up with her, closer than ever.
    “And I’m trying to get you going… away from me.”
    The slightest look of hurt flittered across his handsome features, but she couldn’t let that deter her. They’d made it to the open street and she didn’t have time for a knock-down, dragged-out argument with him.
    Celia knew she was being a bit much, but the more he kept her out here in the open, the more chances those bitches had to locate her. Waving her hands before those intense eyes that had a gray-blue tint to them, close up, she knew she had to do whatever it took to completely piss him off. Then Celia would high-tail it out of here. This guy was stubborn and stuck on her like glue.
    She placed a hand on his broad shoulder again, intending to turn him in the other direction when a searing pain shot through her. The force of it was so powerful, she fought to keep from vomiting.
    It was too late. Somehow they must have locked onto her location. She’d been so very careful. How had they managed to find her again so fast?
    Strong hands caught her before she crumpled to the ground.
    “Don’t worry I’ve got you,” was the last thing she heard before darkness over took her.
     

 
    Chapter 3
     
    Celia stretched—languid and long—in the big, comfy, warm bed. Whiffs of something