Page 42 of Her Silent Knight

“You only feel wrong about it because you believe I’m your mate. Therein lies your lie.”

“What lie?”

“I’m not your mate. I can’t be your mate. If I was, I would know it. I’d feel it.”

“You belong to me. I feel it.” He slapped his hand against his chest. “How can you not feel it?”

She was almost to the door. “Witches aren’t like shifters. We don’t do the whole mating thing. We...”

“Do not lie to me. Witches can mate too. My cousin is mated to a witch.”

“I’m not lying. I said we don’t do the whole mating thing the way shifters do. We don’t feel a mating pull, therefore, we don’t have to give in to a mating call.”

“I know you wanted me. I saw the way you stared at me. You want me just as much as I want you. That can’t be faked. You feel the pull.”

“I felt those cuffs and I wanted them off.” Sin stepped over the threshold and out of the bedroom. “Now I have them off. Thank you and fuck you.”

She grabbed the doorknob and pulled the door shut just as he realized what she was doing and lunged forward. As soon as the door shut, she placed her palm against it and whispered a spell to keep it closed.

She was on the last two words of the spell when the door shook as her dragon slammed into it. Sin jumped back, startled. Shit. Had she uttered the last two words correctly? She flinched when the door rocked again.

It was holding. For now. That rickety thing would’ve burst open with one swift kick without the spell in place. Why am I standing here staring at the door? Sin whirled around and raced to the kitchen area that doubled as her potions station.

A chill raced over her when she retrieved the ice dagger from the ice chest. The dagger was hella cold, even to a fire witch like her. But she could wield it while using her fire power and the ice wouldn’t melt.

Plus, Winter assured her that this dagger could kill anything. However, it could only be used once. It melted once it came in contact with blood. She’d only have one chance to hurt the dragon.

If she didn’t get it right on that one try, well, she didn’t want to think about what would happen. The way his rage had contorted his features as she slammed the bedroom door was motivation enough for her to get it right on the first try.

She flinched again when she heard him slam into the door. His growls were so loud, they were causing the windows in the cabin to shake. Maybe confronting him wasn’t the answer.

Maybe she needed to lure him out the house and then her wards would prevent him from entering again. Wait! Her wards! Sin groaned. She hadn’t recharged them. No renewing spell paired with blood, sweat, and tears, meant weak wards.

And that meant creatures could get in. It was day time. During the day, the Shredders lurked about, looking for food. They always ventured close to her cottage. They could smell her, even with the wards in place.

Shit. Sin rushed to the front of her cabin. A yelp escaped her when she heard the dragon slam into the bedroom door again. There was no time to worry about him. When she reached her front door, she gripped her door handle.

Fuck! She was naked. Damn it. She stared around the room. Her clothes were in the bedroom. Her red scarf and her jacket...Shit. They’d burned up when she’d tried to use her fire on her dragon.

Fuck my life! Tears welled in her eyes. She blinked them back. This was no time to be a weak witch. This was no time to cry over the sentimental value that scarf held. Now, was the time to survive so she could one day return to the person who gave her that scarf.

Sin pulled the closet door to her right open and searched for the pullover suit she kept stashed in there for emergencies. Found it. It was a hideous bright pink ensemble that fit her too tightly.

It looked like something a person would go Scooba diving in. Rhen had gotten it for her. Go figure. She kept it around because no matter how hideous it was, it was clothing and it covered her up.

Here, it was worth its weight in gold. Getting it on was a challenge. After shoving her feet into the leg parts and finally getting it over her thighs, she struggled to get the material over her waist.

That required a little jumping up and down and wiggling. Finally, it made it over her curves. She said a spell to zip it up. She didn’t have time for that headache. She could’ve sworn she’d had an extra pair of boots in the closet.

She briefly searched for them but didn’t find them. Forget it. She needed to reactivate the wards. Dressed but barefoot, she raced to the front door again only to pause again. She couldn’t take the dagger outside with her. She needed to cut herself and drip three drops of blood onto each ward to activate them.

If her blood got on the dagger it would melt. Not wanting that to happen, she returned to her closet and hid the dagger there. The sound of something cracking reached her ears. She peeped down the hall.

There was a crack in the bedroom door. He’d be free soon. She glanced at the front door then back at the bedroom door. Wards first. She rushed to the front door, unlocked it then pulled it open. Her eyes widened in shock and fear.

A huge shredder wrapped its claws around her throat.