The Lycan and His Witch by Anastasia Maltezos Read Free Book Online

travelled very slowly
over her and she felt not unlike a bug under a glass. She thought
about what he’d said outside and tensed. Had he meant it when he’d
said he wanted to kiss her?
    She tore her gaze from his and
turned away. “I have some things to do. Breakfast will be ready in
an hour.”
    “Wait!”
    She froze at his commanding
tone. Slowly, she turned around and faced him. Bryce was glaring
with frustration at her.
    “Don’t you think we need to
talk?”
    Zora inhaled slowly. “There’s
nothing left to say. I agreed to let you stay here for a couple of
days. You must leave tonight.”
    His mouth was firm and in three
strides, Bryce was in front of her. He reached out to grab her and
she shrieked, jumping back. “No!”
    He dropped his hands, clenching
them at his sides and grimaced. “Dammit,” he muttered under his
breath, his gaze resting on her mouth.
    Zora felt the tension between
them. Bryce wanted to kiss her. “I’m…I’m sorry. I thought I could
help the situation by turning myself into a hideous hag, but
Morganna seems to have taken care of that.” She frowned. “She’s
watching us. I can feel her.”
    His mouth curled sardonically,
his eyes still reflecting his anger. “Even when you had a thicker
waist and grey hair, my wolf was drawn to you,” he remarked dryly.
He paused. “I wondered about something last night after you went to
bed. Why would she place a spell that transformed you slowly? Why
not reveal your true self instantly?”
    Zora thought about what he said.
“I don’t know. When did you see my appearance first change?”
    His expression was pensive. “The
first time was in your vegetable garden. I asked you for the
werewolf cure and you refused.”
    She remembered that moment. “I
didn’t refuse,” she said stiffly. “I told you I didn’t have
it.”
    “I know that now,” Bryce said
quietly. “It was then when I saw your mouth soften and your hair
hinting its gold.”
    “And the next time my appearance
changed?”
    His face turned grim. “When you
fed the wolves. I’d never seen anything like it, and I’ve seen a
lot of things in my life.”
    She was starting to understand
Morganna’s cunning. “Did you feel anything other than shock?”
    “Awe, respect, admiration, and
anger for putting me through hell. I thought those beasts were
going to rip you to shreds.” He froze, and she wondered if he was
beginning to think what she was thinking. “The final change to your
appearance came when you fell from the ladder. I’d gone looking for
you and couldn’t find you anywhere. I was…I was concerned for your
safety…” he said, his voice trailing as realisation fell over his
face. “Damnation,” he said hoarsely.
    “It appears every time your
feelings…er…deepened for me and part of my true self was revealed.”
Could she believe what was staring at her in the face?
    He held her gaze, taking a step
toward her. Her breath caught as she watched his hand reach out.
Slowly, he took her gloved hand and raised it to his lips. He
kissed it and withdrew. “I will not leave you here alone.”
    “We can never touch,” Zora
whispered. “Lycans are passionate beasts who mate with their one for life. How can you stay here with me and never be
able to touch my hand or hold me?”
    “So, you will choose another for
a mate, and have his children.”
    She shook her head sadly. “No. I
won’t do what my mother did, or my grandmother, or any of my
ancestors. The curse ends with me. I am the last of our line, and
if I don’t have any children, Morganna’s curse will die out.”
    Bryce frowned. “You will live
here alone, die alone, with no one,” he said quietly.
    “Yes.”
     
    * * * *
     
    “Stupid girl!” Morganna spat
angrily as she stared at her crystal ball. “How dare you think you
can outsmart me?”
    Furiously, she swung her hand in
the air and the image of Bryce and Zora swirling in the ball
disappeared. “I have watched every single one of my