Page 87 of Bad Witch

“And what’s that?” I said through gritted teeth. If I could reach through the screen, I’d fucking wrap my hands around his huge red throat.

“A potion.”

I hadn’t expected that.

Tempest stepped forward, and I wrapped my arm around her, pulling her close to me. It didn’t matter that Garan couldn’t touch her, or that he was so deep in Hell that it would take a month or more to journey out even if he could leave. I was a male standing beside his female, his mate, and another male was taking an interest in her. I had no control over the possessiveness pumping through me.

“What kind of potion?” she asked.

Garan didn’t answer, his Adam’s apple slid up and down his thick throat, and his square jaw tightened as his lips pressed into a thin line.

Was Garan, a demon thousands of years old, guardian of Tregan, the most terrifying creature in Hell, and vicious mass murderer…embarrassed?

Tempest stepped away from me, and I barely resisted snatching her back as she stepped up to the screen, blocking War and me out of the frame, attempting to make him feel as if it were just the two of them.

I choked down my growl but stepped forward, unable to stay back. War grabbed my shoulder and shook his head. I wanted to tell him to fuck off, but he was my alpha…and he was also right. We needed to make this deal, and Tempest was safe. He couldn’t reach her. Every muscle in me tightened as I stepped back, though, and I curled my fingers into fists as I fought for control. War squeezed my shoulder and dipped his chin. A silent, you got this. And I’ve been there in his gaze. I blew out a slow breath. It didn’t help, but I managed to stay put and not snatch her away from the computer.

“What kind of potion do you require, Garan?” she asked again, and this time her tone was kind, almost cajoling, but there was a softness to it that lifted goose bumps on my arms and made my stomach tighten.

“Does my appearance frighten you, female?”

She was silent a beat. “No, not really,” she said. “But you are intimidating, Garan, especially when you conceal your face like that, something you must know if you’re asking me that question.”

“Yes,” he said.

War looked at me and his brows slid higher. “What the fuck?” he mouthed.

“Is there something you think I can do about this issue?” she asked, as if she’d slipped back into healer mode and could prescribe him something to cure him from being a giant, red, murderous nightmare.

“Yes,” he said roughly. “A potion that makes me look more like…more like the males with you. That could work.”

“You want to appear less…demonic?”

“Yes,” he said.

“May I ask why?” Temp asked.

“I wish to speak to a female, and I don’t wish to frighten her.”

Tempest made a hmm sound.

“I thought you were alone besides Tregan?”

“I am,” he said gruffly. “The potion would need to work through my laptop. She would be talking to me as you are.”

This was about sex. The male wanted to engage in cybersex with some unlucky female online.

War slugged my arm. He’d obviously come to the same conclusion as me and looked close to bursting a blood vessel. I couldn’t tell if he was stunned and trying to stop himself from saying something he shouldn’t, or trying not to bust a gut laughing.

“Can you create a potion like that?” he asked when Tempest didn’t respond straight away.

She cleared her throat. “I can, yes.”

“I would like some,” he rushed out.

“Now, this potion works in a way that is not obvious to the user,” Tempest said.

I wasn’t sure if a potion like that existed or if she was lying to make the deal. We needed the weapons, and either way we needed the information.