Her Guardians - A Paranormal Reverse Harem Romance(10)

Erik shook his head. “Not that she mentioned .”

“You saved me,” I blurted. “I don’t know how to thank you .”

Erik nodded .

“How did you do that though? Are you one of us ?”

Not that it was easy to tell, but Erik didn’t carry himself in the way other witches did. Then again, neither did I .

Not to mention that most of the witches I had seen had somewhat unique features… soft and delicate, but Erik’s weren’t like that. His jaw was strong and his body muscular. He was masculine. Much more like that of a reg .

“No,” Erik said straightening his button-down shirt. “I just know all about those like you .”

“OK but then how did you do that?” I said pointing at the glowing magical beams .

Erik raised an eyebrow. “If I told you I’d have to kill you .”

I cocked my head to the side and raised a single eyebrow .

“No, no, I wouldn’t have to. I’m just messing with you,” Erik turned his back to the guy hanging off of my wall even though he was still knocked out. He pulled out a strange looking tool. It was long like a pen, but thicker. “Magical weapon .”

“My mom gave you that ?”

Erik nodded as he tucked it back into his pocket. “She has lots of enemies .”

“Apparently, so do I.” I leaned back against the wall. “So, what do we do with him? I don’t want to keep him there forever. He really does not go with my current decor .”

“It won’t hold him forever.” Erik took out his phone and punched at the screen. “Back up will be here soon .”

The guy on the wall started rolling his head side to side as he groaned. He was waking .

“Wonder if he’s marked,” I asked .

The man was wearing long sleeves, gloves, and pants tucked into his boots. I was pretty sure he was marked .

Even if I forced myself to touch him to look for the mark, I wouldn’t have known who he belonged to. The only mark I knew was like the one on my wrist. The one that belonged to the High Priestess of our territory. My mother .

“You just dying to touch me, aren’t you?” the man said dragging out his words. “Come on, girl, let’s finish what we started .”

“I don’t care if he’s marked,” I said flatly. The man laughed .

There was a quick three-tap knock at the door, and Erik’s head jerked to the side. “That would be my back up .”





Chapter 6





Gage





I left my truck parked and walked down the street. When I’d been with Even and Roman, I’d played dumb, acting as if I hadn’t heard of Lorne, but everyone knew her. And I already knew where I could fine her. I left my truck because I needed the fresh air .

Hopefully, she wouldn’t kill me the second I walked into her temple. Even knowing that was a distinct possibility, I still was going to pay her a visit .

Marcus had fired me months ago, and I was running out of money. He’d paid me well at first, but the bastard was a shitty employer. Over time he cut my pay. It wasn’t anywhere near enough for all the disgusting work I had to do for him .

I had owned a landscaping business, but it had been falling apart. It was quickly going under. I hadn’t even been able to afford to pay my guys, and they all had to leave for other work .

Talk about shitty employers .

Marcus had been my last client, and I’d needed the money, so I kept caring for his property. Thankfully his property was massive. I’d been able to charge him enough that it was enough for me to just barely scrape by .

Right up until I up and left. I still couldn’t stop looking over my shoulder. In fact, I had thought the guy after Eve had really been trying to kill me .

He’d approached me at my weakest moment at the back of his property. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t been scared. It’s not like I scare easily, but damn, that scrawny dude had me reaching for my pocketknife the second he appeared out of nowhere. Little had I known back then that it wouldn’t have done me any good .

Marcus told me he could help me. He knew of my troubles. He’d offered me and amount of money that I couldn’t refuse. At the time, there hadn’t been much of anything I could have refused .

He’d introduced me to the world that had been hiding right under my nose my whole life. Magic. Witches. Werewolves. Vampires. There were all sorts of crazy unbelievable things. Sometimes I still wasn’t sure I could believe everything I’d seen .

Yet here I was walking up to the High Priestess’ temple, ready to beg for a job. More magic. More witches. And yes, more danger. It was all I knew at this point. I guess I was stuck living in a world of the supernatural .

I knocked on the door and shoved my hands into my pockets. Minutes later the door opened .

“Yes?” the older man said. His mouth was sagged down into a permanent frown. Or maybe it was a scowl… it was kind of hard to tell .

“I’m here to see the high priestess .”

“Mmm, is she expecting you?” he asked, his words taking far too long to leave his lips .

I shook my head and smiled. “I don’t believe so, but you never really know .”

He didn’t smile back. Apparently, he didn’t find me humorous. “Just a moment. Wait here .”