Free The Fallen King: The Bellum Sisters 4 (paranormal erotic romance) by T. A. Grey

let out a squeal and commenced her jumping up and down victory
dance. She turned to him, a big smile on her face, and held up her hand for a
high-five.
    He looked to her hand with a
puzzled express then slapped it away. “Don’t try to cast magic on me again,
witch, or you’ll regret it severely.”
    Her hands curled into hard fists
at her side. “You are such an ass. I wanted a high-five. I wasn’t trying to
cast any damn magic on you.” He didn’t look swayed in the least. She held out a
hand to the toppled branch. “Uh, hello, I just used my magic and made that
branch fall over. I call that a good job”
    He didn’t say anything, but went
back to the tree branch. “Then do it again,” he said propping the branch back
up against the tree.
    The demon had to be the most
insufferable man she’d ever met. What she wouldn’t give to slap him good and
hard across the face just once. She started to focus on the branch again, then
paused.
    “No, you answer one of my
questions and then I’ll do it. I’m not going to get nothing outta this deal.”
She didn’t state that fact that she wanted to grow her magical powers so she
could port home. Some things a girl had to keep to herself.
    He growled—an actual growl that
sounded too bestial to come from a person’s mouth. “You are the most
frustrating woman I’ve ever met. If we were in my kingdom I’d have you sent to
the dungeons.”
    “Oooh,” she taunted in a
high-pitched voice.
    His dark eyes narrowed on her.
“Be cautious, witch. My patience is at an end.”
    “Yeah, well, so is mine. What
will it hurt to give me some information? It’s not like—” she stopped herself
short. Shit, she’d nearly said “it’s not like you’re not planning to kill me
anyway.”
    “It’s not like what?” he asked.
    She shook her head and focused on
the branch again. Anything to distract him. It took longer this time, sweat
fell from her brow, but she knocked the branch over. It landed softly on the
grass
    “Good,” he said righting the
branch, “but not good enough. You should be able to make it fly through the air
at great speed and power.”
    “That’s what I’m trying to do,”
she said between clenched teeth.
    “Then focus harder. You aren’t
doing it right.”
    That’s it; she either strangled
him or exploded. She chose the latter. “Whatever! I’m done with this. You knock
the fucking branch over.”
    She turned on her heel and
marched for the beach. She needed a damn bath and the thought of that only
pissed her off more. She had no soap, no shampoo, not even a dang toothbrush. Oh
and no change of clothes either. Yeah, this was going to be a great little
vacation.
    “Abbigail,” he called in a
warning voice.
    She laughed and didn’t stop or
turn around. “Oh, now he uses my name. No, I don’t think so, demon . I’m
done for the day. You hear me, d-o-n-e, done.”
    God, she’d never been quick to
anger. She’d always been a slow boiler but boy did her temper roar at a boil
right now. She swore if he so much as laid a hand on her to try to drag her
back up to that stupid tree branch she’d scratch his eyes out. Heavy footsteps
followed her but she ground her jaw and pretended to ignore it. She broke
through the trees and came upon the dark blue lake near their little cove in
the water. The water lapped softly at the sandy edge.
    “You are not done working, Abbigail.”
He sounded pained to say her name as if he couldn’t say it without yelling it.
“Get back up there or I swear I’ll--”
    Oooh!
    She spun around and let all the
frustration and anger that had been building throughout the long day fly from
her mouth. “Or you’ll what? Magically force me to cast a damn spell? Sorry, but
I don’t think even you can do something so ridiculous. I think I did good
today. I started not even able to make the stupid little branch move a hair.
Now I’ve made it fall over twice, and you know what? I’m wiped. Totally
freaking wiped. I’m hot