Free How to Marry a Warlock in 10 Days by Saranna DeWylde

brothers?
    Falcon, Hawk, and Raven were going to curse her fiancé’s balls off. They’d be hanging on the Yule tree like faerie bells. Why hadn’t she thought of this when she’d been considering the ruse?
    She looked at her Witchberry, and her brain was franti-cally thinking of ways to murder it before her mother could call. The garbage disposal seemed to be the best option.
    Dred Shadowins’s engagement was breaking news. All of the warlockian channels would have coverage and it was only a matter of time before the mortal gossipmongers smelled blood, too.
    Middy knew the right thing to do would be to call her family before they saw it on the news. That way, she might be able to save Dred’s wand. Otherwise, she’d be getting stiffed at the end of this deal and not in the way she’d bargained for.
    She had a flashback to senior year at the Academy.
    Middy’s date had come to pick her up for the winter formal, but they’d never made it to the dance. Her brothers, otherwise known as the Trifecta of Doom, had gotten their claws into him and he hadn’t lasted long. He’d run screaming from the house before Middy could make it down the stairs.
    She was just going to have to put her foot down.
    Where the hell was Tally? Middy had quickly taken in-ventory of the house and discovered it to be sans her partner in crime. Why wasn’t she home? On the one hand, she was thankful that the witch wasn’t there to pounce on her, but on the other, she needed her to pounce on her brothers.
    Middy was going to have to take charge.
    Right now, apparently, because her lovely elvish-carved door splintered in half and melted away as the aforemen-tioned Trifecta filled the space.
    In that moment, Middy was struck with the realization that her brothers looked like Simian blowfish. She knew other witches found them handsome, and she supposed they were if they could keep from dragging knuckle and puffing up like gorillas.
    The same with that huge vein in each of their foreheads that pulsed with testosterone. Middy thought something was going to burst from them like in a mortal horror flick.
    “Midnight Marie, what the fuck?” Raven growled.
    He was the youngest of her brothers, though only by ten minutes. But those minutes made all of the difference in the world. Raven was the hothead, as was obvious by the way he careened through the door like a rabid St. Bernard.
    She narrowed her eyes at him and put her hand on her hip. “I could ask you the same thing.”
    “You could, but this isn’t about him,” Hawk stated, trying to take charge.
    “You think? It sure as shit is now. Have you seen my door? No? Oh, that would be because . . .”
    “Now, Midnight.” Falcon eyed her sternly.
    “Now Midnight nothing!” She stomped her foot.
    “Are you going to invite us in?” Raven said more softly.
    “Would it keep you out if I said no?”
    “You’d think that you’d be a little more grateful.” Hawk was surly.
    “Grateful? For what exactly?” She eyed them all with displeasure. “What if I’d been entertaining?”
    She knew, of course, that would be the thing to say to get them to inflate again. Middy knew she was kicking the junkyard dog, but she didn’t care. She’d had enough of their well-intentioned interference.
    This lot just had to learn that she was an adult.
    Which was going to be a long time in coming, judging from their reactions. Three identical jaws set with purpose and three chests filled with air and puffed, ready for battle.
    Three sets of biceps bulged with the adrenaline that shot through them at the thought of their baby sister “entertaining.”
    Not just entertaining, but entertaining Dred Shadowins.
    They would have charged her like Hannibal’s elephants if not for Falcon. He held out his arms to block his brothers’ advance. If it had been anyone other than the level-headed Falcon, they would have broken ranks and charged anyway.
    “So, it’s true? Where is the bastard?” Falcon said, his lips