“Bedroom,” she whispered, her gaze briefly flickering over my shoulder to the door to Esme’s room.
If I felt rankled about that gesture, that was quickly replaced by the quick zing of excitement when I scooped her up. Celeste gasped at the show of strength and shifter speed as I hurried us up the stairs to the master bedroom. I could hear the way her pulse quickened and felt her arousal spreading. I stood in front of the door as she reached down, fumbling with the doorknob as she kept kissing me.
We’d barely gotten inside when a burst of cold air made my hair stand on end. I spun around, Celeste still in my arms as Delila Devins stepped through the open entryway. The witch was a sight, blood and soot streaked across her face and clothing.
Celeste gasped, her cheeks bright red.
“The Sno
