Of Princesses and Spells...

Three

Azalea stared at him. Or more specifically, the beads of water that speckled down his bare toned chest. Her eyes trailed down, he was wearing nothing but a towel around his waist and some kind of fuzzy slippers.

“Who-”

“Who the hell are you?!” He beat her to her own question.

Her brows scrunched in confusion. Who the heck was he?! Then, realization dawned on her. “Oh...” her mouth rounded. “You must be the black cat.” She shook out her hair and walked to him. “Lead me to your master.”

“What the...” Dark blonde brows scrunched in confusion, he took a step back. “I don’t know who you are, or how you got here but you have to leave. Right now.”

He turned and started walking away.

She watched the muscles in his back contract and stretch. It was a very nice and sexy back... She scoffed. “Who do you think you are to speak to me this way?!”

It was astonishing really, for a black cat to think of even insulting a Weaver. A black cat was the general name used for the helpers to witches. It became popular based on the human myth that witches has helpers who were always back cats.

He turned around. “Look, I’m warning you. I’ll call security!!” His eyes narrowed in a glare.

“Call security?!” She didn’t understand what he meant, “I’ve just asked you to call your master. Agatha...” at the look on his face something in her cracked. “Agatha... your master? The powerful witch?”

Even she understood the look on his face. Utter and pure confusion.

Her heart beat faster in her chest and it wasn’t because of his swirling grey eyes that seemed to be all colors at the same time. “You do know Agatha right?! She’s the one I’m looking for.” She got frantic. “She’s supposed to be here!!”

Asher watched as the woman went into panic. Her dark long hair shook as she stalked the room, muttering to herself. He had met a bunch of crazy people over the years, but none of them had been like this... for goodness sake the woman was going on about witches and something about a princess.

He slowly edged back, in case she turned out to be violent. “Well, I think you’re in the wrong apartment.” It would be safer to get her out. Next time he would make sure to lock the door and change the code.

Her eyes snapped to his abruptly and the shade of them momentarily shook him. They were like melted fire, golden liquid and the sun at the same time. He had never seen eyes like that before. So golden and bright, he hadn’t noticed it in his earlier state of panic.

With that he slowly took in her other features. Her hair was thick and black. So black it shone. It tumbled down her back to hang at her waist. His fingers itched to run through it, to feel the texture. Her face was aristocratic and sharp. Sharp and perfectly straight nose, pull lips that looked as soft as hell, high cheekbones and dark and perfectly shaped brows.

She was goddamn gorgeous. The physical attraction was in evasive, and he already imagined kissing her, till he heard her next words.

“You’re human? What?! How! Is this some sort of trick?! Take me to Agatha or I will cast a spell on you so horrible you would wish you were dead.”

Yep, definitely crazy.

He took another step back and regretted leaving his phone on the bed.

Azalea glared at the human. If this was Agatha’s idea of a joke it was anything but funny. She’d sent word earlier that she was arriving and used the perfect spell to get here.

She sent a portion of her magik out to get information, anything to understand what was happening.

When it came back to her, the weight of it caused her to stagger.

Agatha was all the way in some place called Canada. She, was in America. Which was not close enough as she hoped. Wearily, she blinked at the still frozen man.

“Oh god...”

Witches didn’t move without their black cat. Which meant, that this man was actually human.

She paced again in confusion. She’d used the universal spell for transportation as written in the general spell book. It couldn’t possibly had taken her to the wrong place could it?

The man was saying something. “—or I will call security. I don’t even understand how you managed to get into my apartment.”

She scoffed at his audacity. The magik has also gotten information about him. “This apartment is for your brother. As far I know you’re not allowed in it either.”

His eyes rounded in shock and then understanding. When he slapped his palm of his forehead she jumped. “Oh... of course!”

Of course, she was a stalker. Why hadn’t he thought of it before. Because of his family’s wealth and brother’s modeling career, a lot of girls stalked them. He suddenly saw her in a new light and ran his eyes appreciatively over her. She was not that bad... and she’d been skilled enough to make him assume her crazy.

Definitely his type.

Azalea wasn’t paying attention to the human anymore. Her brain was working, thinking of all possible solutions and what she could possibly do. The realization that she had already used more than half of her magik bank made her want to melt away in agony.

Her eyes snapped up when the human suddenly started walking to her.

He stopped right in front of her and with a hand titled up her chin.

Her gasp was purely from shock. “What-”

“Who are you here for? Me or my brother? I don’t usually do this, but I could make time for you, you are...” he ran his eyes over her intentionally. “My type.” She seemed exotic. Her skin was soft and warm in his hand.

She stared at him. What did he mean and why in the heavens was he touching her. He must be crazy. Her eyes widened at the thought. She must be in the home of a crazy man. With that knowledge, she glared at him and pushed away. “Touch me again and I’ll kill you.”

Asher frowned. His brother then. He was slightly disappointed, but shrugged it off. He had more than a dozen women after him. They might not be as appealing, but they were something. “Okay, He’s currently unavailable, come back next week or something, and let yourself out.”

He turned to go. Of course he knew that Archer would simply change apartments as usual when he got back in three day, he’d just said it to get rid of her.