My gaze snaps to meet the Boogie Man’s face. The corners of his eyes crease with the beginnings of a smile, and he pulls my hand close as though he wants to bring them to his lips.
Shivers skitter down my spine, the only part of me that isn’t completely drenched.
Right now, every inch of my body—including my clothes and accessories—is soaked in cum. I can’t tell if my locket still works or if he’s able to respond to my touch because I’m touching him.
Testing that theory could be dangerous. At any moment, the Boogie Man’s mood will switch from amorous to murderous, and I’m not about to get clawed in half.
I pull back my hand and wrap it around my middle.
This is beyond awkward.
The Boogie Man inclines his head. “I would like to offer you my eternal—”
“Where did you put Norbert’s corpse?” I ask.
His features fade into an unreadable mask.
What? Was I supposed to blush and simper and tell him it was my pleasure? Thanks to this beautiful bastard, I’m in the worst trouble of my life. Grandma and the rest of the coven want to bind my magic, and I might be under suspicion of murder.
“Tell me what you did with the man you killed,” I say with more bite.
The Boogie Man’s gaze darts around the submerged garden. I have no idea what’s taking place in his twisted mind. For a creature without shame, he looks almost embarrassed.
An imaginary noose wraps around my throat. My mind conjures me swinging from the gallows.
“Why won’t you answer my question?” I ask.
The Boogie Man stares down at his submerged feet.
“What?” I snap.
Maybe he’s hesitating because the damage he did has already been set in motion and it’s only a matter of time before enforcers storm Grandma’s garden.
My throat, which is already raw from that blowjob, dries to the consistency of straw. It takes every ounce of courage to ask the next question.
“Did you dump Norbert outside the Magical Council building?”
“I did not,” the Boogie Man replies.
“Then where did you put it?”
He jerks his head to the side.
“Where?” I yell.
“It was not me who unearthed your dead suitor,” he says.
I reel forward, my eyes widening. He’s lying. This has to be some kind of ploy. Who else would tamper with Norbert’s corpse? Only Grandma was on the grounds last night, and she was tucked away in the house.
If Aggie had found the dead body, she would have mentioned it this morning when she tried to get back her broomstick.
“No.” I shake my head. “You’re the only person who knows where I buried Norbert.”
He steps toward me, his hand outstretched. “I swear to you, on my honor as a king, I did not take that man’s carcass.”
“But you killed him,” I spit.
The Boogie Man has the nerve to flinch.