Felix stilled. His entire body suddenly felt like it was iced over.
A witch.
No, the witch.
This woman was a witch, and she’d come here looking for Ursula.
Why?
What could she possibly want with the witch?
And what was he going to do about it?
Chapter 5
Felix was the hottest fucking guy Tabitha had ever laid eyes on.
She was kind of starting to hate that about him.
Seriously.
Shouldn’t there be some kind of rule that said strange men on islands shouldn’t get to be hot?
He was hot.
So hot.
She found it nearly impossible to hold herself together as she looked at him. He definitely had that brooding bad-boy thing down perfectly. One second he was warm and the next he was cold. She liked that. She almost craved it.
And he had a soft spot for cats.
Awesome.
She was in deep shit, really, when it came to this guy. She knew that much. She also knew that if she wasn’t careful, she was going to get her heart broken. She wasn’t on the island for love.
She was here for revenge.
She had to find Ursula.
“The witch,” Tabitha repeated.
“There’s no witch here,” Felix said.
“Yeah, there is,” Tabitha told him. “She lives over there.” Tabitha pointed to the mountain in the center of the island. Most of the terrain was covered with trees and hills, but that mountain was unmistakable. She knew there was a castle nestled right at the base of it, and that was where Ursula lived.
She’d memorized the map, and she knew a lot of things. She hadn’t spent a lot of time planning her trip to the island. She’d left town almost as soon as she’d gotten the map, but then it had taken her three days to sail here. To some, that might not seem like a long trip, but to her, it was an eternity.
She spent most of her travel time staring at the map of the island and trying to figure out the exact layout. It had been easy to figure out where the witch lived. She had a castle, from what Tabitha could gather, and it was probably completely gaudy and hideous.
The witch didn’t just live on the island. She was kind of a social bitch. Plenty of people came and went, which was part of the reason that it was so strange that it was still so hidden.
Apparently, she usually had someone ferry her guests, and everyone was given some sort of potion after their visit, so they couldn’t find the island on their own again.
Rumor was that even the ferry master had been drugged or killed.
Wahoo.
“How do you know that?”