Lured

“You’ll come to me tonight.” Mathis said. Green eyes alight.

And though I could feel I was making a grave mistake, I saw no other option. My eyes flitting sideways as I searched for a way out of what he was demanding. “And you’ll let me see her?”

“After you’ve sated me.”

By letting him enter me again. I understood that much.

I swallowed. “I don’t know how.”

“Oh, I’m an adequate instructor, My Little Spitfire.” Dark promise filled his tone.

I stared at him in confusion. Feeling parts of my body tighten apprehensively. “Why me?”

He’s handsome enough in this form that he could send many of the village’s girls dancing after him to follow him up into his fortress and be his lover.

Why’d he want the one girl who wouldn’t desire him?

“Because…” He inhaled deeply, as if drawing fresh air. “Of what you are. And what you’ll be able to offer me.”

A toss in his sheets? Plenty of others could give him that. It doesn’t explain why he so doggedly pursues me.

“I have nothing.”

“Oh,” He pu