The Witch's Devil (Complete)

Chapter 11, Work Day

Alastor's POV~

Being hit with utter disbelief, that came clear through my words. Looking down at Ember from the stairs. This little minx of a witch finds new ways to captivate me. Feeling my stomach flutter strangely, cheeks feeling touched by a flame.

Catching up to her in the blink of an eye. Ember turned to face me with a cheeky grin. With hands on the hand rails. Looking down at her in pure fascination. I want to take her away and claim her as mine. Our faces were just centimeters from kissing. Sharing a brief moment where nothing else mattered.

Such an intoxicating scent for a mate.

Ember's mischievous grin dared me to correct her words. Her eyes locked with mine in a heated battle. Speaking silent words of playful war. Little witch is playing a game; and I'm liking it. Heart raced, blood pumping as an ungodly urge crept through me.

Looking down to her kissable lips. Her intoxicating scent of spell crafting herbs, blended with her natural sweetness. Strawberries and lemons. Just like delicious lemonade, is that a hint of lavender? How could I have missed that? Alluring as it may be, I wouldn't dare cross the little witch Ember now. Or dare bring her wrath on myself anymore.

No, I have to go about this the human way.

Hearing a man let out an exasperated groan of annoyance. Looking past Ember, down the staircase to see Damien. Brows furrowed into a heavy scowl. Tapping the railing like a woodpecker to tree bark.

"Are you two done flirting?" A low growl could be heard under his words. Tilting his head as he lifted his brows.

Ember walked past the wolf with a friendly shoulder shrug. Him giving a begrudging eye roll as a response. Walking down to the ground floor, only to watch her disappear into the back of the shop. Taking a left into that torture chamber of an office. I felt a sting in my chest as a dark question crossed my mind.

Has she always isolated herself from others?

Damien slapped the railing post earning my attention. "Let's get this over with, little shit." Pursing his lips together as he began to head to the back.

"Ah. Yes. Fuck you too, little mutt." I retorted with satisfying sarcasm. A sly smile to match.

Damien turned around getting right into my business. Nose to nose, snarling like a vicious beast he is. His brown eyes turned gold. As a defensive rage builds from me.

There he is, the pup of the pup.

The shop went silent as all eyes were on us once more. Lifting my hands up in a show of surrender. "Now. Now. I mean no harm." Chuckling quietly, I got under his skin easily.

Damien realized he was got. With murmurs and eyes around it was a checkmate. I win. He backed away huffing, biting his tongue. "Fucking asshole." Cursing under his breath. His eyes turned back to the honey brown.

We walked back past Embers office. Taking a quick look in on Ember as she worked. Working hard from view. The scent of magic in the air.  Following Damien into the back room just straight back. The heavy oak door had a sign reading; "Employees Only. Storage & Sorting."

Almost taking up the full back of the shop. Piles among piles of books of all types, and genres. A small employee area, with added storage with the cafe items. It almost felt like a completely different place. Far from the aesthetics of the front. It's too ordinary. Eerie.

Damien went over the ins and outs of the daily upkeep. Never skipping a beat or slowing down. Going as quickly as possible so the work could start.

Over the next few hours of sorting, stacking and organizing. Trying to learn from my mistakes. As the unforgiving wolf ran me like a dog. Finally catching a break to sit down, beginning to rethink my choices.