Free Forbidden Touch by K. S. Haigwood

couldn't find them. A few witches knew about the vampires, but it was because they were strong in clairvoyance. Most of the witches that knew about them were psychic, and they were smart enough to keep their mouths shut. She had to find one, and fast.
    "C'mon," she said, then took Mitch's hand and pulled away from his body. "We need to find a witch."

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    A witch? So they did exist. What else did he not know about that lived in this world with him? Guess humans weren't at the top of the food chain, like everyone thought.
    Ciera stopped at a mid-sized, late model sedan. She looked around briefly then pulled the locked door open.
    Mitch shook his head as he closed his eyes. Let's add being an accomplice to grand theft auto to his list of criminal acts. She held his hand when he crawled through to the passenger side. They switched the hands they were holding and she sat behind the wheel. She made quick work with disarming the alarm that was blaring, and then hotwired the car with one hand.
    "What's the plan?" he asked in a normal voice when she was on the interstate. She didn't scold him for talking normal, so he guessed they were relatively safe.
    She released his hand and they both became visible. Someone would report a car driving itself down the interstate. "We get out of this city and go to one where psychics are more common. There are a few here, but I don't know if they are the real deal or just trying to scam people for money. The further away from the city we go, the harder it will be for my family to track me."
    "How is a witch going to help us?"
    She shrugged and tried to obey the traffic laws. She couldn't lose time getting stopped, and if she made a run for it, it would be like plastering a bull's eye on her head for her family to locate her. They had to be inconspicuous. "If we find one strong enough, she'll be able to mask us so we can't be sensed by vampires. A spell is only temporary, but I'm hoping to find one who knows where we can go to be safe, permanently."
    "Where would that be?" he asked as he played with her hair.
    "There are a few places in the world where vampires, witches and humans all live together. They co-exist, but they are hidden very well. The witches have spells on those places where not just any normal Joe can enter without being detected. You have to know people in high places, and the only people I know in high places are the ones who want to see me dead for what I've done."
    Mitch sighed. "I'm sorry that I made you tell me about what you are. I didn't know the amount of trouble you would be getting into." This was his fault. He'd wanted to see her and touch her so badly, that he had risked her life.
    "It isn't your fault. I wouldn't have done it if I didn't want to. I knew the risk I was taking and I took it anyway."
    "Because you love me?" he said with a sly smile.
    She glanced briefly at him, her expression telling him nothing, and then looked back to the road. He didn't have to know she loved him. It would only complicate things more for them in the future.
    He lost his grin and moved his hand away from her hair. Her unspoken words left his chest aching. He was in love with her, and she was supposed to love him. That's how love was supposed to be. Two people fell in love with each other. It couldn't be one sided. But he knew as soon as the thought crossed his mind, that was how it was in this cruel world. His mother and father were a prime example. She loved him, but he didn't love her. Or he would have stayed with her and supported his child. He looked out his window. The city was behind them now. Very few lights were visible from houses in the far off distance.
    Ciera glanced at Mitch. She could tell he was upset, but she refused to give in to her temptation. She would have to let him go someday soon. And if she told him how she felt about him, it would only make it harder for him to let go. She would get him to a safe place. He may