Free Sassy Ever After: Kissing Sassy (Kindle Worlds Novella) by Gracen Miller

one coming.” Lael leaned into the window and peered at Olivia. “Don’t know why I need to say this, but the only way you’ll be safe now and in the future is if you embrace your siren song. Hope that means something more to you than it does me.” Those words drained all the color out of Olivia’s face, but his witch-friend cheered up. “When this is over, I can’t wait to talk shop with you.”
    As Lael sprinted for the house, Olivia mumbled, “Talk shop. Pfft … not on her life.”
    Cajun sent Olivia a cursory glance. He punched the pedal and sent the Mercedes down the road. “Wanna explain all that?”
    “Go left.” She leaned her head against the seat.
    “I know where the Campbell residence is.” It was a little more secluded than he’d prefer, but any other time he’d want the seclusion to seduce her into being his mate. “Gotta swing by my house first and grab some clothes.” From the corner of his eye he caught her smile. “What’s amusing you?”
    “You’re kind of cute when you’re grumpy.”
    Oh, he liked the sound of that. “You wanna tell me what I’m facing here?”
    “You’re not facing anything. I am.” He shot her an angry glare, but focused on the road watching for deer. Before he could argue with her, she said, “Their magic is too strong. They’d decimate you if you went up against them. And for the record, if I didn’t think you’d track me with your nose, I’d have ditched your ass back there.”
    “Olivia, I’m confused. How’d we go from protecting you against a wolf to Lael talking about Keys and Gathering and siren songs and imminent danger?”
    “I’m a Key. The majority of what you see of me is a glamour spell.”
    “Even if you have troll attributes, you’re still my mate.”
    Amusement curled her lips, and her voice dropped to a sultry quality. “Will you kiss and lick all my warts?”
    “If that’s what turns you on.” If she had any warts, he was pretty sure he’d find them sexy too.
    “Where’ve you been hiding all my life, Cajun?”
    “Oh, you know, being lazy, sitting back, and waiting on my girl to do all the work finding me.”
    “Typical man,” she teased.
    “So, how different is this look”—he indicated her body with a finger-flick—“from what you really look like?” It really wouldn’t matter if she were an ogre because he already adored her sassy personality.
    “Not as much as you’re probably fearing.”
    “I’m serious, Olivia. You’re mine—”
    “I’ve not agreed to that.”
    “—and you’re beautiful on the inside. That’s what matters.” From his periphery, he caught her shaking her head. “For the record, being mine is a matter of time.”
    He thought she rolled her eyes at that, but without looking at her directly, he couldn’t be certain. She didn’t argue though, so he counted that as a step in the right direction.
    “What color are my eyes?”
    “Green.” Initially he’d thought they were colored contacts, now he realized the truth.
    “They’re not.” He frowned at her, and she went on. “They’re pale blue, almost white in color like Lael said. I glamoured them to appear normal because they’re a dead giveaway to my lineage. But…” She dug in her purse, pulled out a tube of lip-gloss and smeared the cosmetic across her lips. “My magic is also glamoured so other paranormals can’t detect what I am. I want all of them to think I’m just a human. It’s safer that way.”
    “Didn’t know that was possible.” Also explained why he hadn’t realized she was a paranormal.
    “Paranormals dismiss me when they think I’m less than them.”
    Smart move if she wanted to stay below the radar, but he was confused why she felt the need to hide. “Explain the rest.”
    She twisted a little in her seat. “Best I can tell, witches can’t hide what they are, and neither can a Cleric. A Cleric, by the way, is a basic sorceress. Just so you understand the differences between witches and