“What are you doing to him?” I rush across the room, tripping over one of Norbert’s legs.
“That animancer just murdered a man.” Aggie points at the floor with her free hand. “Can’t you see all the torn body parts?”
“He saved me from Norbert,” I say.
Aggie gives me a blank stare.
“Remember that necromancer who stalked me for months? The one you and Grandma chased off with that repelling spell?”
Recognition flashes in her eyes, and she gazes down at the mangled corpse. “What was he doing in here?”
“He was already dead and wanted to make me his sex puppet,” I mumble, not wanting to share the gory details. “Now, will you please release my hound?”
Aggie lowers him to the floor but keeps the noose around his neck.
I clench my hands into fists and wish I had the magic to cast her out.
“We need to send for the rest of the coven,” she says. “This situation calls for a cover-up and the creation of a new soul crystal.”
“What are you talking about?” I glance at her wand.
She licks her lips. “You should have seen his cock. It’s fucking huge.”
I step toward the hound, bristling at the thought of the Boogie Man getting aroused in the presence of another woman.
Common sense whacks me upside the head. Why am I acting so possessive when he fought to save my hide? After everything that happened between us, the Boogie Man could have stood back and let Norbert end my life.
Pulling back my shoulders, I look my cousin in the eye. ““Let him go. He just rescue me from a fate that would have made me beg for death. ”
“He’ll make an excellent dildo.”
I jerk back, my mind jumping to the rose quartz I used to pleasure myself in the bath. “What?”
Aggie smirks. “What do you think we put in the crystal massagers to make them so satisfying? Moonlight?” Her gaze wanders to the hound. “I don’t suppose you know we enslave men since you never got initiated into the coven.”
I bristle at the reminder and cringe at what she’s left unsaid. My magic is gone, and I will never become a real witch.
The hound growls, his hackles rising, and he pulls back on the leash of magic as though to pounce. I rush to stand between him and Aggie, although I have no idea how I could ever protect anyone from her and the rest of the coven.
“Don’t tell me you trapped men inside those dildos,” I whisper.
“I’ll even let you watch.” She flicks her wand at the hound, turning him back into the Boogie Man, and encases him in light.
Her nose wrinkles and her gaze drops down to the leather pelt around his legs. “What’s he done to himself?”
Annoyance tightens my skin. I swing at Aggie, my fist landing on her jaw.
“You bitch!” She stumbles backward and points her wand.
Pale blue magic fills the room, sending tendrils of electricity through my skin. Agony overwhelms my senses as every nerve in my body sizzles.
“Fuck!” I cry out, my vision turning white.
My knees buckle, but strong arms sweep me off my feet before I hit the wooden floors and pull me into a muscular chest.
I rest my head on the Boogie Man’s shoulder, letting him jump out of the window and fly into the skies.
ChapterThirty-One