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Something About Witches
Book: Something About Witches Read Online Free
Author: Joey W. Hill
Tags: Romance, Fantasy
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then.
    Unfortunately, it had taken months to get back, one thingor another cropping up, and she hadn’t answered calls. Always the same damn answering service, and he didn’t carry a phone. Since their romantic relationship had begun, with one vital exception; they’d never been out of contact for more than a few weeks at a time. When he finally got back to the West Coast, he discovered she’d not only pulled up stakes; she’d locked down her essence, making herself virtually invisible. An effort that could only be targeted at him. A big
Leave Me the Hell Alone
.
    He’d respected that. What the fuck? His need to find her would ebb and flow, and whenever it hit a big-time flow, he’d be interrupted by other inescapable responsibilities. Then, a couple months ago, he’d heard she was involved with someone.
    Bullshit.
He knew her, down to blood, heart, soul and the dust of her bones. Yeah, he was possessive, but mere male territorialism hadn’t put the hot iron to his blood. The moment he heard the rumor about another guy, it was as if he were in a movie where the fake fog got sucked up by one of those high-powered fans, clearing everything out of his path. The aching need and pain, the loss of her in his life, clamped down on his heart like a bear trap. It was as if he’d been doped up all these months, and now he felt in full force the way he should have been feeling all along.
    He’d taken a good hard look at what had happened and considered the unthinkable. A sorcerer guarded himself against spells cast by enemies. Long before McAfee and Norton existed, sorcerers had their own personal virus protection. But they had a similar limitation— they couldn’t anticipate everything. And an inside attack was the hardest to predict.
    When he’d considered the possibility, done a soul sweep with the new configuration, something had burst inside his unconscious like a stretched chain link finally breaking. It had been the mother of all sucker punches, chilling him to the bone and pissing him off at once.
    Ruby had used Dark soul magic to drive him away. That was why none of it had ever made sense. Not his reaction, not hers. For fuck’s sake, except for the requirements of the occasional Great Rite he’d had to do, where he channeled the Lord and a priestess channeled the Lady in a physical coupling to raise energy, he hadn’t been able to touch another woman for three years, even after Ruby made it clear she had no hold on him.
    If anyone could confirm what Ruby had done, it would be the black soul in front of him now. Which was why he was here. He wanted answers.
    “She should have fallen for a plumber,” Raina remarked. She fastened those exotic green-and-gold feline eyes on him. “Living with someone who gets called out to unstop someone’s toilet at two in the morning is a lot less lonely than being with a man who has to unstop the cosmic crapper all the time.”
    “Lovely language. Quite the Southern belle.”
    “Oh, I can talk dirty when it suits, Derek. You have no idea.” She propped a hip on the front porch rail, which undulated her body into a sinuous
S
of curves designed to make a man’s blood drain straight to his cock. Most men.
    A long time ago, he’d made Ruby laugh when he suggested Raina sat around in flannels when nobody was around, eating ice cream and watching white-trash reality TV. The truth was she probably lounged on a divan in some dim room scented with money candles, her eyes glowing in the half darkness. Incense would curl around her as she meditated and spun webs to entrap men in her wiles, like a spider plotting against flies.
    When she wasn’t doing that, she’d be busily tapping keys with her wicked long nails, figuring up her profits. If Hell ever needed a business manager, she was probably on Satan’s A-list. If he could handle her, which Derek doubted any male could.
    Her hair was blue-black and fell to her hips in curls andwaves, with a few select streaks of red ochre at
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