finally have a normal life.
“All right,” she conceded. “But just so you know, I sleep with one eye open.”
“What makes you think you’re my type?”
She glared. “Asshole.”
His icy eyes melted to warmth as he held out a hand. “I know we got off on the wrong foot, but I want you to know you can trust me.”
She had to stop herself fr om laughing. Trust? In one day? That was not something she could afford. Especially not with a demanding male who was clearly used to being in control. Well, she had control issues too. And when it came to a battle of wills, she always won.
She bypassed his outstretched and grabbed her bag off the floor. “Goodnight , James.”
In the bedroom, she shut the door and exhaled a deep breath. What the fuck had she gotten herself into?
Something slid under the door. A wad of cash. She picked it up and counted it. He hadn’t taken a single dollar to pay for the broken chair.
Chapter 3
“All right, Sage. Show me what you’ve got.” James stood on one side of the back yard with Sage facing him on the other side.
It was the afternoon following their showdown in the living room. Her hands hung at her sides as she watched him. He looked like a force, strong and fierce. His muscular chest heaved. She could almost spot six distinct rows of abs under his tight-fitting shirt. Or maybe it was her imagination.
They were supposed to be dueling. He’d told her to “give him everything she’s got,” but she didn’t know what she had. Things just sort of…happened, mostly when she was scared or angry. It was frustrating beyond words for a girl who craved control.
“Just try something,” he said. When she stared dumbly, he relaxed his stance and gave her a wicked smile. “Don’t make me provoke you.”
She pursed her lips and flexed her fingers. When she spotted a tree branch hanging low above his head, she asked, “Are you sure?”
He nodded. “I need a baseline for what you can do.”
“You asked for it,” she mumbled.
As she stared at the branch above him, she willed it to fall. In the past she’d been able to make things happen just by wishing them to, but it only happened out of desperation. Fear was usually the catalyst. Since she was neither afraid nor desperate, it was no surprise the branch didn’t move.
She tried harder. Still nothing. She squinted her eyes the n waved her hands towards it. Nothing. Stopping herself just short of yelling “abracadabra,” she sighed in defeat.
“Did you just mouth ‘abracadabra?’” he mocked. “Oh, you’re much worse off than I thought.”
Hot fury soar ed through her as she glared at her most recent nemesis. She hissed in a sharp breath. The flash of movement behind James surprised her. In a blur he was flipped up into the air, suspended in place by a tree branch wrapped around his ankle.
She stalked towards him, wearing her cheekiest grin.
He did a sit up and with one swipe of something she couldn’t see, he cut the branch and landed lithely on his feet.
“It seems you’re full of surprises… witch .”
“Huh?”
“Sorcerers can’t manipulate elements of nature. That’s a witch trait.” He paused and she stammered for something to say. “I bet you made that gust of wind last night too. I was wondering about that.”
“You’re saying I’m a w itch? Like a…wart-toting, cackling, broom-riding witch?”
He c huckled. “On the contrary, the witches I’ve seen rival supermodels. They derive their power from Mother Earth.” Mostly to himself, he added, “They are a bit dodgy though.”
Sage stared through him, lost in a whirlwind of confusion. “So they were right all along. About me being a witch.” Only yesterday she’d found out she was a sorceress, which was overwhelming, but exhilarating. Now she was also a witch. What else could she be? Would she turn into a mermaid any day? A werewolf?
“ Half sorceress, half witch. An interesting combination. Certainly quite a puzzle.” He