Free Witchcraft (#2 Witchblood Series) by Emma Mills Page A

Sebastian turned his
eyes back to me and said nothing, staring, so I felt like I was
suddenly falling down a black, bottomless wormhole in space, and
this time Daniel would never hear my thoughts…or even my
screams.
    ‘ You’re making me nervous,’ I
stated, breaking the silence.
    ‘ I hoped as much. It is always
imperative to have the upper hand when dealing with a witch, even a
young witch,’ he said with a smile. ‘And you certainly look like a
witch to me.’
    ‘ I’ve still got fangs,’ I replied,
with a half-smile.
    ‘ So I hear, but I have yet to see
them for myself. Your eyes are dazzling green, your skin is
flushed, pink…’
    ‘ That’s because of feeding from
Daniel earlier,’ I said, hoping to distract his strange, hollow
gaze.
    ‘ Maybe, but your scent has changed
too; the witch in you is much stronger now. It reminds me of…ahh
never mind. Let us move on,’ he said, abruptly giving his head a
very slight shake, and relaxing his shoulders.
    Who was the other witch he had known,
years earlier? The same witch who had given him his powerful,
protective charm. The same charm that had destroyed his head
henchman, only a couple of weeks earlier when he was caught trying
to rape me and overthrow Sebastian’s position. Did my scent now
remind him of her?
    I shouldn’t have paused, as his eyes
were once again glued to me, drawing me deep into their inky
depths.
    ‘ Sebastian, I am still a vampire.
I’m just a witch too, and that’s what you wanted, wasn’t
it?’
    ‘ Hmm,’ he sighed. ‘Your scent - I
can’t seem to get over it. Do you remember the first time Daniel
brought you to me? Do you remember how useful , and how pleasant my little experiment
was?’ he said.
    Oh no! I wasn’t liking the sound of
this. I remembered only too well how he had insisted on tasting my
blood when he first took me into his clan. How Eva had said he had
the singular talent of gauging someone’s motives and personality
through their blood. How his fangs felt as they pierced my flesh,
and how hot certain parts of me had become during the brief second
he drank from me. And how Daniel had read my mind and jealously
stormed off down the corridor.
    Oh Daniel! But Daniel wouldn’t know what was going on this time, and yet
this time it would feel wrong. It had taken a long time for me to
accept that Luke was no longer a part of my life, and gradually my
feelings for Daniel had grown. We may have gone further this time
than the others, but this had not been a one-off. I did care about
Daniel, I was sure of it, even without our bond, and even if
he was acting like a
possessive idiot! I didn’t want to go messing it up, by getting hot
with Sebastian.
    It seemed that I had spent too long in
my head, because suddenly I jolted back into the present to find
Sebastian leaning in close, his eyes shining brightly, his fangs
protruding and heading towards my neck.

Chapter Eight
    ‘ Sebastian!
Getthehelloffme…Gerroff…ugh!’ My words came out as a jumble, as his
full weight pinned me down and compressed my chest.
    He pulled back a little, and I sucked
air back into my lungs and glared at him.
    ‘ Come on sweet Jessie, my little
witch. You know it won’t hurt and it’s the best option all round. I
get to trust you, and we’ll both know just how much vampire is left
in there.’
    ‘ It’s not that, and you know it.
Daniel will freak when he finds out, and this is hard enough for
him anyway,’ I said.
    ‘ Hmm. He let out almost a groan,
as he once again pushed against me. Why had I chosen to sit on the
only two seater sofa, and not the chair?
    ‘ Well, as I’m his master, I’ll
just have to force you, then you won’t be held accountable,’ he
said, and in one swift movement, quicker than a human could blink,
his hands gripped my head, both cradling and forcing it to the
side, exposing the thick artery running down my neck.
    As his fangs pierced my skin, goosebumps
shivered up and down my spine and I heard myself