Worthless: New adult paranormal romance (Age of Blood Book 2) by May Sage Page B

everything she’d said was true.
    If Fay’s mother was a witch, if she’d just abandoned her to her fate when she could have helped, Fay wasn’t likely to help her evil master plan. She’d want to kick her ass.
    “Okay.”
    She wasn’t sure she’d heard right.
    Michael grabbed his phone and pulled it to his ear.
    “Loosen up, bro. I’m not coming after your girl.”
    Hell.
    He’d actually listened to her ?
    He hung up, throwing his cell on his bed.
    “William says thank you.”
    “Really?” 
    “Well, he said I’m a total asshole. But yes, he asked me to thank you .”
     

     
    Michael had a lot of things to work out and very little time until the ball, where he suspected everything would unfold, so he’d decided to avoid the beautiful woman he couldn’t stop thinking about and concentrate on work.
    The next day, his plan shattered into a million tiny pieces when his nose caught the heavenly whiff of a rich, buttery, spicy thing he needed in his mouth. Like the zombie he’d been turned into by some baker’s sorcery, he didn’t even try to fight the pull leading him to the kitchen.
    “Fuck, tell me it’s ready.”
    The woman was bent over, and at first, Michael was distracted by her perky, perfect little ass, but then, he saw the tray of brownies.
    Hell to the yes.
    “Oh hi,” she said hesitatingly, self-consciously pushing a strand of hair behind her ear.
    “Don’t be cute. If there isn’t a law against baking and being cute, I’ll draft one.”
    It gave her an unfair advantage against the rest of the world.
    “Shush!” she frowned, tapping his fingers when he reached out to grab a brownie.
    “What do you want?” he asked darkly. “I only own two thirds of my soul, but I’m ready to sign it away.” 
    When she smiled, there were freaking dimples appearing in her plump cheeks.
    Oh, hell.
    “You just have to wait. They are very hot right now – and they should rest to set,” she lied, slowly cutting even squares.
    This was nothing more than torture, plain and simple.
    “Cecilia,” he said solemnly. “I’d like to propose an agreement. If you agree to bake every day, I shall, in return, be your humble servant for an hour. May it be noted that I’m quite proficient at foot rubs.”
    “Every day?” she repeated.
    “Oh yes, baby. That part is the only non-negotiable element of the deal.”
    “You’ll get bored of it if I was to do it too often.”
    He looked at her as though she’d grown a second head, unable to comprehend what she’d just said.
    “Never mind.”
    “Now you’re making sense. Good.”
    His smile changed to a frown as he caught the change in her expression. She’d stiffened and withdrawn from their playful conversation.
    “What is it?” Then, after a little while, he got it. “Oh.”
    Vincent was having his session.
    At first, Michael had been more than happy about the arrangement, but Cecilia was moving on, she smiled more and more every day, until her body reminded her of his existence. It had to stop, and soon.
    Michael thought about the remedy William had mentioned, and like every time he considered it, he dismissed the idea just as quickly. It came from a White. Might as well have “trap” written all over it.
    “You’re alright?”
    Cecilia shrugged, resuming her activities as though nothing was happening. As though her burning skin wasn’t letting her know that her former master was currently getting flogged.
    She had been sincere when she’d told William it wouldn’t do anything to her body: she felt it, and it aroused her, but there was no pain, only pleasure. However, they hadn’t counted on what these sessions where doing to her mind.
    “Cecilia…”
    “It’s Cece.”
    “It’s not. Cece is what he called you. It’s the name of the girl he could control. Cecilia , I think we should stop his punishment – until we’ve broken the link between you, in any case.”
    She shook her head fervently.
    “I need this. I need to know he’s