Some Like it Wicked by Stacey Kennedy Read Free Book Online Page A

nothing left of her, which
was exactly what he expected happened to Bryanna.
    He sympathized, because he’d been there once too. He had
suffered for years through the cravings to devour a soul. He’d been torn
between what others thought he should do and how he wanted to live his
life. Bryanna suffered the same fate; she refused her magic because others told
her she should. She simply needed to come to the same understanding as him. To
live how she wanted and find peace within that choice.
    The other complication appeared to be emotional garbage.
Once she accepted herself in a way that others hadn’t, the damage done by
Layton, her parents and the coven would be meaningless to her.
    Or so he hoped.
    Now he stood off the main street where an open field lay. He
wanted Bryanna comfortable, not embarrassed by anyone who passed by. “All
right, little witch, you’re up.” Glancing down at her, he noticed her clenched
hands. “You have nothing to fear. You can’t hurt anything or anyone.”
    Scanning the area in front of her, she sighed, then turned
to him with a tight expression. “You really want me to use my magic…again?”
    He gave a firm nod. “Precisely.”
    “Why?”
    He frowned. “I want to see why you’ve disowned the part of you
that makes you who you are.” Not giving her a chance to answer, he nudged her
forward with a slap on her ass. “Off you go.”
    She yelped and jumped forward, but quickly turned back to
him. “I’ll do this only once. After this is over, you’ll never ask me again,
right?”
    He liked how she implied he’d have the chance to keep
asking, which meant more time together. But he wouldn’t let her off that easy.
Instead of answering her directly, he said, “I want an hour.”
    Her eyes widened. “An hour?”
    “That’s right.”
    She cursed a very colorful word at him, then spun on her
heels. It surprised him, knowing what she’d been through, that she wanted to
please him by doing as he asked. He doubted she trusted easily and it honored
him she extended such faith toward him, making him grin like a damn fool.
    As she strode toward the center of the field, he pondered
why this witch made him react on such an emotional level. He truly wanted to
see her well—wanted her to find a home in Charmstone and be happy in her life.
Was he doing this for himself, to finally save a soul worth saving instead of
devouring it?
    There was that.
    What better way to prove to himself he had wholeheartedly
rejected his demonic roots than to save a soul that was an easy target,
considering her weak state. Still, something more existed there—a deeper desire
to make her happy for entirely personal reasons.
    When she turned back to him, staring at him with those
enchanting eyes and even more bewitching smile, he knew why she captivated him.
He could care for her. He enjoyed her personality, wanted to get to know
her better and more than anything, wanted to spend every minute with her.
    Only problem?
    How did she feel about him?
    She had seemed to use sex with him as a way to make her
forget her pain. Was that all he was to her, a rebound fuck? Could she see
herself dating a demon? He wouldn’t count himself that lucky.
    Holding his gaze, she backed away from him and kept on
going. He regarded her, then he realized her intention. She put distance
between them to protect him from her magic. He chuckled, finding her concern
endearing. Even with perfect defensive magic, she wouldn’t have the power to
take his life.
    Once she stopped, he saw her shoulders lift as she heaved a
sigh, then she called, “What do you want me to do?”
    He didn’t know much of what witches could do with their
magic, except the basic knowledge they could conjure spells. But since her
element was earth, he figured to stay within those boundaries. “Make a flower.”
    Her expression became pinched and he saw her lips moving, no
doubt another curse, then she shut her eyes. Only a second passed before the
air picked up