Witch Hunter Olivia Read Online Free

Guild, and not a day goes by that I don’t blame myself for what happened to her.
    “I know. I just really don’t want to discuss this right now.”
    “Fair enough,” she sighs. “Do you want me to check your tattoo? Heath did say it’d lose color when the spell faded away, right?”
    I nod, thankful for the change in subject, and lean toward her a bit, rotating my shoulder forward so she can roll up the sleeve of my blouse easier. “So how does it look?”
    “Pretty much as expected … colorless,” she replies bluntly.
    Relaxing back into my seat, I say, “Well, then it’s a good thing we’re headed to the one person who can fix that.”
    Waiting at another stoplight, I can see Heath’s tattoo parlor, Dark Ink, across the street. All the memories from the night I drove Tara’s lifeless body to this place begin flooding my head. Of all the people to recommend that I take Tara here to save her life, the last one I would’ve expected was my mother. She knew only light magic could bring Tara back without all the decaying and evil side effects that dark magic would’ve brought along with it. Dark magic would’ve just made her look like a Mauler. My mother had told me to speak with a man named Gerard, but he wasn’t there, so I had the pleasure of dealing with his son, Heath.
    As I pull into the parking lot in front of the parlor, I notice Tara fidgeting with the hem of her skirt. “Are you okay?” I ask.
    “Yeah, just, you know, memories.” Her eyes never leave the Dark Ink neon sign in the store’s front window next to the open sign that is currently turned off.
    “I know exactly what you mean,” I say while putting the car in park. “You still gonna stay out here?”
    “Yeah, I think so.” Tara seems to snap out of her glum mood. “Besides, like I said earlier, I don’t want to be around when you and He-Who-You’re-Not-Really Interested-In get physical.” She chuckles, but it’s off.
    “I won’t be too long, okay?” I say, knowing it must bother her to be here.
    “Take your time. It’s not like I sleep these days.”
    I smile at her zombie humor before opening the car door and stepping out. While approaching the entrance to the parlor, I think about what I’m going to say to Heath and how I’m going to explain my lack of contact with him as of late. He seems like the player type since he was so quick to hook up with me. He’ll probably believe any line I toss his way, but there’s a slight chance he might be one of those bad boys with a heart of gold. If that’s the case, then this conversation has the potential of getting all kinds of awkward.

The door’s chime is the only sound that greets me when I enter the shop. Only half the lights appear to be on, and walls of tattoo illustrations fill my vision as I move farther into the parlor. The last time I was in here, this place was in full swing, complete with the buzzing sound of several tattoo guns humming along together in an annoying melody.
    “Sorry, I guess I forgot to lock up, but we’re closed for the night,” a familiar, low-and-smooth sounding voice calls out from the back of the shop. Damn, why does his voice have to sound so freaking hot like that?
    “And here I was hoping to sneak in a quickie,” I reply, hoping he’ll pop his head out to see the grin on my face.
    “Well, if it isn’t Olivia Adams, the ex-Witch Hunter,” he announces, emerging from the opened door located in the back. He pauses and scans me from head to toe. His baby blue eyes stop on my skirt and then he pans back up to meet mine. “And she’s in a skirt, ladies and gentlemen. How in the hell did someone manage to get you into that getup?”
    “It’s a long story,” I reply, sending him a withering stare.
    “The store’s closed for the night, so I’ve got all the time in the world for long stories. And from where I’m standing, it doesn’t appear to be that long.”
    I roll my eyes while pulling the skirt down to make it cover more of