Free MagicalMistakes by Victoria Davies Page B

“Why can’t you ever be
smart when it comes to me?”
    She had no answer for him. Instead she turned her head to
press her lips against his palm.
    “No,” he hissed, pushing away from her. “You will not soften
me with kisses.”
    “It wasn’t my intention.”
    Ciar rubbed the back of his neck as he paced away from her.
“Tell me why she’s here,” he said. “Tell me and we can continue right were we
left off. I’ll have you naked in seconds. Think how good we could be.”
    She looked away from him even though her body begged her to
give in. “We had this conversation already.”
    His low growl was the only response.
    Mikayla hesitated for a moment before taking a step closer.
“Ciar,” she started but stopped. There were no words for what she wanted to
say.
    He waited, watching her with hooded eyes from the shadows.
    After a moment she shook her head and turned back to the
spell books.
    “What were you going to say?” he demanded.
    “It doesn’t matter.” She grabbed a book from the pile and
thumbed through the worn pages.
    Silence stretched as she rooted through the tomes. His gaze
was like a brand on her, raising all the hairs on the back of her neck, but she
didn’t give in to the urge to scurry away. Opening one of the books, she stared
blindly at the writing within. Even if the answer had been right under her nose
she’d never be able to concentrate on it with Ciar in the room. Mikayla
gathered an armful of the most useful texts and stood. She’d make a start with
these and come back when she needed more.
    Turning, she came face-to-face with Ciar. His shadowed eyes
gave nothing away as he watched her from the window seat.
    She should go to the stairs. It wouldn’t do either of them
any good to have the same argument.
    But instead of moving away she opened her mouth. “Why can’t
you trust me?”
    “Demons don’t trust,” he replied, his voice low.
    She paused. “Did you trust Alina?”
    He looked away from her.
    “Did you love her?”
    Ciar hissed at the question. “You have no right.”
    She didn’t. Mikayla knew it wasn’t any of her business. But
the knowledge did nothing to ease the ache in her heart. Had he loved Alina?
Had he held the other woman in an embrace as passionate and wild as the one
he’d shared with her?
    “I don’t,” she agreed. “But I’m asking anyway.”
    Ciar pushed himself from his seat. “You dare too much.”
    “I have to know.”
    He narrowed his eyes, pacing toward her. “Tell me why.”
    Mikayla opened her mouth to respond but had no answer for
him.
    Ciar laughed bitterly at her silence and turned away from
her. “It’s always games and tricks with you,” he snapped. “Find another man to
torment, Mikayla, and leave me alone.”
    He tried to stride past her but she caught his arm before he
could leave.
    “I can’t find someone else.”
    A muscle throbbed in his temple as he turned back to her.
“Why?”
    “Because I can’t get you out of my thoughts.” She hated how
the confession made her vulnerable but he deserved at least this much from her.
“Not since that first night in the bar.”
    He froze at her words. After a moment of hesitation, he
stepped back to her. Mikayla gasped as he pulled her body tightly to his, books
raining to the floor around them.
    “I should forget you,” he murmured. “My life would be much
easier.”
    “Yes,” she agreed, her heart hammering in her chest. “But
not necessarily as exciting.”
    He smiled slightly. “I can do without the spells.”
    She drew back, looking up into his silver gaze.
    “How can I be so very mad at you,” he whispered, cupping her
cheek, “and still want you this badly?”
    “If I had a nickel,” she joked.
    Using his shoulders for support, she rose to her tiptoes and
dragged her lips across his.
    He groaned under her touch. Mikayla smiled as his hands
gripped her waist. Alina might wax poetically about the past but right now he
wasn’t with his former fiancée. He was