The Witch's Devil (Complete)

Chapter 19, Fearful

Alastor POV~

The bickering between myself and Cozbi continued on. The strange fact she was here using this small town as hunting grounds was odd enough. This cannot be mere coincidence. Now she is fated to a wolf pup like Damien. A headache inching its ugly head through my skull. Nothing was adding up of late. Catching sweet kitten Ember leaving us to go into her office.

Breathing a slight sigh of relief, knowing that at least there, she could relax. Get away from all of this utter chaos, if anything get away from the two of us. Especially given that shark bait Cozbi has now popped up twice unexpectedly.

Can I never get a break from this chaotic natured siren?

Using her lustful charm to tease and torment all those she could. Counting my blessings that Samual wasn't around. Getting enjoyment from it all. Moreover Ember didn't deserve that kind of treatment.

She's a kind soul.

A pure heart who cares for everything she holds dear. With a smile to share with anyone who wants to see. Ivy tea green eyes so mesmerizing I could get lost in them for all eternity. Skin as soft as a kitten, I could trace idle shapes against her all day. I could caress her with gentle care constantly without a second thought. Allowing her sweet scent to envelop my very heart. Marking me as hers, and hers alone.

"Gods I haven't slept that good in ages."

"Umm—" pressing her lips into a line, releasing them with a pop— "Excuse you?" Cozbi's head tilted in confusion. "Did you just say; what I think you just said?" The siren rushed to get into my face. "You haven't slept that good in a while?" A look of confused disgust wrinkling her nose.

The gears worked so hard smoke was coming out of her ears. As she yielded two steps, stunned, as a brow quirked. My eyes widened in horrified embarrassment, unable to look at the siren straight. Biting my lip, trying to think fast. Anything. Anything to get out of this— Stammering through anything that could cover for my egregious blunder. Dropping my head in utter defeat as I can feel her irritatingly smug expression burning holes through me.

A not-so-subtle gasp, "No—" Cozbi trailed off with sinister delight.

Crawling inky feeling scratched at me. Affording a glance to look, to the sight of Cozbi's wide toothy smile as she shimmed her shoulders. Even her black, as the void, eyes were screaming for more juicy details.

Gods, damn it.

Mocking me with no regard whatsoever for my feelings on this matter. As we were now locked in the silent battle of wills. One heartbeat. Two heartbeats. I couldn't tell Cozbi about Ember. What— or rather— who would she tell this secret too? No. This needed to stay out of her finned hands.

Another scratch along my innermost thoughts. As my loneliness fought to reach out to probably the only soul who could understand. Devil to Devil. Friend to friend. My head collapsed under its own weight, falling forward. Sighing heavily as I turned to face the mini hellspawn. Cozbi looked as gleeful and giddy as one could be. About to burst into a pile of blood and guts on the floor with excitement.

Couldn't let that happen, it could damage the hardwood at best.

Raising a knowing arched brow in her direction, closing myself off with my arms crossed. A defensive posture no doubt keying her in. Cozbi was easily readable like the pestering little sister I've grown to know. Why did she have to be the only friend? Silently with a graceful movement of my hand— gesturing for shrimp size lynx, to spill the explosive word vomit that was creeping up to its limit. Cozbi started jumping up and down in place.