Chapter 37

“You know the protocols.”

Ella leaned back in her chair and waited for the Senior Watcher of the Southeastern U.S. to release her for the hunt in both human and Watcher form, which was what must happen next, but only at his command. Asking her whether she knew the protocols was a ritual question. Ella had never been taught the protocol because they were part of her DNA. She looked into the Senior Watcher’s now-red eyes, watched as his fangs and talons lengthened, as he flicked his forked tongue.

She understood.

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“Jamey. Jamey.”

“What?” Jamey snapped as he turned to close the door to their bedroom behind him, wishing he could sleep somewhere else, alone, but the other doors he had tried on their floor were locked. All those witches just assumed they were lovers—well, they were, just not a couple yet. Not yet. Sort of. Fuck, everything was just happening too fast.