A Wicked Good Witches Paranormal Romance Books 1-7 (Wicked Good Witches Seasons) by Starla Silver Read Free Book Online Page B

hurry.”
    Damn it. That was the stupidest thing, ever…
    She pulled it down with a hard swallow, wrapping her arms around her waist as if trying to hold herself up. Why didn’t I put on a robe? She’d never cared what she wore before, but suddenly felt half naked, standing in front of a vampire she was too attracted to, and willing to strip for, if he so much as asked her to. And as far as her brain was thinking, they’d already done that just minutes before.
    William backed away, clearing his throat. He returned to his desk, feeling the need to sit and steady himself. Amidst the panic washing off her was something else. A scent far too delectable, which stuck in his nostrils and coated his tongue. His mouth watered, his jaw aching to release his fangs, hungry for the witch shivering just out of his reach.
    He blinked, begging his eyes to stay green.
    The monster threatened to surface and he growled in displeasure.
    His reaction to Melinda was unacceptable. And dangerous. For both of them.
    He stood back up with strained control. “I take it you had another dream.”
    “Um. Yes.” Melinda didn’t hear the strain in his voice, too preoccupied with her own. Focus for Christ’s sake. No… Emily’s sake! “Yes, it was a dream,” she confirmed. “This one I definitely need help with, William.” God, I need help with both…
    “Should I awaken your brothers?”
    “ No!” she answered hastily. “I mean, they have a lot to deal with already. And if I told Michael what I just dreamed, he’d probably have a major freak out. Bad enough he had to see our mother shoot some guy.”
    “What does Michael have to do with your dream?” the vampire asked, controlled concern overcoming the carnal cravings.
    “Not Michael. Emily. The love of his life that he won’t just admit is the love of his life already.”
    “Emily. This is most distressing,” William replied evenly. “Explain.”
    “I didn’t see enough, William. Not nearly enough. But if I don’t figure out the who, what and how, Emily will die.”
    “You did not say when or where,” he noted. 
    “Bookstore. Right after closing today.”
    Melinda took a deep breath and closed her eyes, letting go of everything else except her prophetic dream, willing another to show her more. It didn’t happen. It never happened like that. Not at will.
    She let out a frustrated whine.
    Her eyes opened and she gave a start when William’s distressed emerald greens drilled down into her baby blues. She hadn’t even heard him approach. He stood so close she could feel his nearness, yet he did not touch her. Just like the dream. She swore there was an energy field pulling them together.
    She was awake, right? This wasn’t still a dream… although if it were heading back to another William… her eyes closed. A silent scream reverberating through her skull. SAVE EMILY YOU TOTAL SHIT-FOR-BRAINS! A defeated breath escaped her lips.
    She opened her eyes. Determined. Feeling a little more in control. 
    William sucked in, the enticing scent of her lessened. Melinda wasn’t emitting the arousal she’d been bathed in when she’d first entered the room. More like, there was much more dread pouring out of her now, overpowering all else.
    “Do not worry, Melinda,” he sang soothingly. “This dream will not come to pass.”
    Which one? Her overworked brain wondered.
    Melinda nodded in response to him, unable to find her voice. She rarely ever saw William up so close. His skin was smooth and pale, almost glass-like in a way. Not a wrinkle. Not a single age spot revealing his hundreds of years of life.
    She let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d sucked in and held, tearing her eyes away, cheeks flush from the desire to look so closely. She could not control her heart though. From the look on his face, he heard the pounding beats.
    He took a step away from her, a peculiar look flitting across his face.
    She swore his eyes flashed from emerald to black, but the black