She’d returned, and it was as if she’d never left. The hunters accepted her back into their fold, and we spend our time putting down witches, and searching for the one that killed her.
I’m no longer with them, but I still hunt with her. “What is it with you, your heads not in the game.”
I’d let one witch get away on purpose, a young witch. I’ve never had to put down the young ones, and I wasn’t about to start now.
Finishing off a male, his hand’s raised in a plea for mercy, and she hacks his fingers off. His screams are inaudible, as her dagger plunges into his chest repeatedly.
I snap his neck, and complete the cleanse with fire. “What the hell...!” The inferno blazing high, she falls backwards, and away from his corpse.
“Couldn’t you have let me finish, I was just getting started.”
“What has gotten into you?” I ask, as the other witch launches into the air, as the flames consume her.
Forcing her back down to the ground, I keep her held there, until her struggles end.
“I’m doing my job.” Max replies, going to her feet.
“We don’t torture them.”
“And what exactly is burning them alive doing?” She snaps.
“It’s a befitting death for witches.”
“If you say so...”
Max has been... not Max. Her go to, is a knife to the throat, she’s never been brutal in her attacks.
“Are you okay?” I ask, concerned with this new personality.
Our last hunt, took us out of town for a few weeks, and needing a break, I return to Greendale without her.
Wanting some me time, I don’t let Ambrose know that I’m back, and spend another few days in a motel, alone.
That is, until Father Blackwood showed up.
“What are you, stalking me now?”
“I like to keep an eye on my, highly valued property.”
“I am not your property, and I most definitly don’t belong to you.”
“Not fully, yet.”
The man’s a headache, in a good way, and if the truth be told, Ambrose wasn’t the only one that I missed.
“Imagine that...” He says, with a conspiratorial smirk.
Can he read minds now?
“I want you to leave.”
“No you don’t...”
“Yes, I do.”
Using his power of teleportation, his body connects with mine, and his hand around my neck, produces a quiver of sexual need, that shames me.
I can’t say, that I don’t like the way that he handles me, his forceful, take charge, alpha nature, is actually a turn on.
So different, from the way that Ambrose handles me, with care.
Those gray eyes analyzing me, he releases an angry huff. Making a show of inhaling my scent deeply, he’s making it that much harder to reject him.
“I’ll see you tonight.”
I think not....
“You disappear, and come back expecting what?” Ambrose is throwing a fit, about my hiatus.
“Did you think that I wasn’t going to miss you? And you just left without saying anything.”
I can’t respond, as there’s nothing to say.
“Where did you go?”
“I have a life outside of you.”
It sounds bad, but it wasn’t meant the way that it came out.
“Oh, I see... I’m not important enough to know your whereabouts. You can stay gone for seven days, and just mosey on back to me, when you feel like it.”
“What do you mean a week, I was gone for three weeks.”
“We’ve been together for the past two weeks, you’ve met my aunts, and my cousin, Sabrina. You’ve been there with me, until this past week.”
Okay, so... either I’ve lost my senses, or Ambrose has lost his.
“Ambrose, I’m telling you the truth, I haven’t seen you in weeks.”
His hand going to his temple, he tries to keep his temper controlled. I’ve never seen him, in such an agitated state.
“You don’t remember making the announce at dinner, that I was going to be a father?”
The room seems to spin, and I have to reach out to him for support.