Big Beautiful Witches: I Married A Warlock by Georgette St. Clair Page B
Authors: Georgette St. Clair
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herself.”
“Ouch.”
As they drove to the warehouse, Erik filled her in on the latest break-in. It was at a warehouse owned by her father.
“I’ve got an alibi,” Fiona said.
“Yes, I hear you kidnapped a man, held him prisoner in your home, and violated his virtue, again and again.” Erik grinned at her. “All night long.”
“Ha! I hear that the man in question was far from virtuous.”
“Man in question? I’m a man in question? I’m pretty sure that I proved my manlihood to you last night.”
They pulled up into the parking lot of the concrete block building and walked to a bay with open doors, where the warehouse manager led them to the scene of the latest break-in.
This time, however, there were no tell-tale clumps of dirt left behind. Fiona knelt by the empty space where several crates of imported furniture had been stolen, and tried to concentrate, but there was no dirt or plant matter for her to work with.
“Clean as a whistle,” she sighed, shaking her head.
“Well, it was worth a shot. Anyway, we’ve got good leads on a couple of suspects.”
Fiona glanced up at him. “Who?”
He smiled, shaking his head. “Sorry, that’s part of the investigation.”
“And you think that if it turns out to be anyone I know, I’d feel obligated to warn them?”
“That too.”
“Fair enough. I probably would,” Fiona admitted.
“There’s my favorite little criminal,” he grinned at her.
They headed out to his car, the sun beating down on them, his hand resting casually on her shoulder. When she climbed in, he buckled her seatbelt, his arm brushing her breasts as he did.
“Now that’s just police harassment,” she informed him.
He climbed in next to her and put his hand on her thigh. “What about that?”
“That is just wrong. Very wrong,” she said, and then moved his hand up further. “That’s better.”
“Vixen. If I crash the car, I’m telling the insurance company that it’s your fault.”
During the daytime, there was a ruined beauty to the Graveyard, the beauty of antiques and the ancient patina of rust. The sun beat down on them, warming her skin, and they drove with the windows down.
The wind streamed through Erik’s golden hair. His fingers skimmed up higher on her leg, sending streaks of heat shooting through her body, and she leaned back in her seat.
Maegera had to be lying. There was no way Erik would act like this with Fiona and then taking Maegera out on a date that evening.
“Ahhhhhhhhh!” A strangled scream tore the air, and Erik braked so fast Fiona was thrown against her seatbelt.
“Stay here,” he said sternly, and his wand shot out if its sheath and into his hand. He leaped to his feet and flung the car door open, and dashed down an alleyway between two abandoned buildings.
Fiona could hear loud shouts, cursing, and banging noises.
She pondered for a moment. “Stay here” was great advice. It was safe advice.
It went against Fiona’s very nature.
She leaped from the car, and rushed down the alleyway. A goblin had literally been torn in two, the two halves of his body lying in a spreading dark pool at the back of the alley.
Erik had incinerated a human, who lay in a smoldering heap at the back of the alley, but the human had been accompanied by a golem. A creature made of mud and brought to life, powered by dark magic. Odds were good that the human had directed the golem to rip the goblin in half, for reasons that would probably never be known.
At the moment, the golem had its massive arms wrapped around Erik and was crushing the breath out of him. Erik’s arms were pinned to his sides, and the magic he was able to sum up without his wand was useless; lightning bolts zapped and sizzled uselessly, bouncing off the Golem’s muddy flesh.
Mud. Now there was something that Fiona
“Ouch.”
As they drove to the warehouse, Erik filled her in on the latest break-in. It was at a warehouse owned by her father.
“I’ve got an alibi,” Fiona said.
“Yes, I hear you kidnapped a man, held him prisoner in your home, and violated his virtue, again and again.” Erik grinned at her. “All night long.”
“Ha! I hear that the man in question was far from virtuous.”
“Man in question? I’m a man in question? I’m pretty sure that I proved my manlihood to you last night.”
They pulled up into the parking lot of the concrete block building and walked to a bay with open doors, where the warehouse manager led them to the scene of the latest break-in.
This time, however, there were no tell-tale clumps of dirt left behind. Fiona knelt by the empty space where several crates of imported furniture had been stolen, and tried to concentrate, but there was no dirt or plant matter for her to work with.
“Clean as a whistle,” she sighed, shaking her head.
“Well, it was worth a shot. Anyway, we’ve got good leads on a couple of suspects.”
Fiona glanced up at him. “Who?”
He smiled, shaking his head. “Sorry, that’s part of the investigation.”
“And you think that if it turns out to be anyone I know, I’d feel obligated to warn them?”
“That too.”
“Fair enough. I probably would,” Fiona admitted.
“There’s my favorite little criminal,” he grinned at her.
They headed out to his car, the sun beating down on them, his hand resting casually on her shoulder. When she climbed in, he buckled her seatbelt, his arm brushing her breasts as he did.
“Now that’s just police harassment,” she informed him.
He climbed in next to her and put his hand on her thigh. “What about that?”
“That is just wrong. Very wrong,” she said, and then moved his hand up further. “That’s better.”
“Vixen. If I crash the car, I’m telling the insurance company that it’s your fault.”
During the daytime, there was a ruined beauty to the Graveyard, the beauty of antiques and the ancient patina of rust. The sun beat down on them, warming her skin, and they drove with the windows down.
The wind streamed through Erik’s golden hair. His fingers skimmed up higher on her leg, sending streaks of heat shooting through her body, and she leaned back in her seat.
Maegera had to be lying. There was no way Erik would act like this with Fiona and then taking Maegera out on a date that evening.
“Ahhhhhhhhh!” A strangled scream tore the air, and Erik braked so fast Fiona was thrown against her seatbelt.
“Stay here,” he said sternly, and his wand shot out if its sheath and into his hand. He leaped to his feet and flung the car door open, and dashed down an alleyway between two abandoned buildings.
Fiona could hear loud shouts, cursing, and banging noises.
She pondered for a moment. “Stay here” was great advice. It was safe advice.
It went against Fiona’s very nature.
She leaped from the car, and rushed down the alleyway. A goblin had literally been torn in two, the two halves of his body lying in a spreading dark pool at the back of the alley.
Erik had incinerated a human, who lay in a smoldering heap at the back of the alley, but the human had been accompanied by a golem. A creature made of mud and brought to life, powered by dark magic. Odds were good that the human had directed the golem to rip the goblin in half, for reasons that would probably never be known.
At the moment, the golem had its massive arms wrapped around Erik and was crushing the breath out of him. Erik’s arms were pinned to his sides, and the magic he was able to sum up without his wand was useless; lightning bolts zapped and sizzled uselessly, bouncing off the Golem’s muddy flesh.
Mud. Now there was something that Fiona
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