Jim “I’m certain I warned you off of Dimitri, Greg,” I said. I didn’t believe for a second that he coincidentally exited right behind Dimitri. “I haven’t bothered him,” Greg said. “And it’s going to stay that way,” I said. “You’re expected at the warehouse. Hurry along.” Greg walked away, muttering something about comeuppance. He…
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Pocket Watch Witches Ep. 11
Dimitri Why didn’t I kiss him? Why didn’t he kiss me? With his magic running along my body, it felt inevitable. The moment he pressed his palm to mine, every part of me woke up. Did he feel it too? Had he come as close to leaning in as I had? I wanted to open…
Pocket Watch Witches Ep. 10
Jim Dimitri didn’t let up until he’d cast a passable concealment spell. My stomach embarrassed me, rumbling loudly enough that Dimitri stopped his next attempt. Hunger crept little by little while we practiced. I enjoyed Dimitri’s enthusiasm so much that I pushed it down and kept brainstorming instead of speaking up. I didn’t want to…
Pocket Watch Witches Ep. 9
Dimitri The tingle of Jim’s magic distracted me from the pain. The throb diminished to a dull ache and then faded completely. He pulled his hand back, and I touched the smooth skin where my head hit the brick wall. If not for the blood drying in my hair and soaking into my kitchen towel,…
Pocket Watch Witches Ep. 8
Jim I hadn’t expected Daniel to be so generous with Dimitri. He didn’t always choose the ruthless option, but catching someone spying seemed like a reasonable time to be cutthroat. Not that I wanted him to hurt Dimitri or ask me to do it. Things turned out better than I think any of us anticipated.…
Pocket Watch Witches Ep. 7
Dimitri Before reentering Daniel’s office, I took a deep breath. I had to show him a product worth his time. I reminded myself that I wanted this. It might not have happened the way I planned, but I’d found the connection I’d set out to find. Dealing with the city’s criminal element came with this…
Pocket Watch Witches Ep. 6
Jim Dimitri looked out the window the whole ride. I appreciated his pleasant profile in the lamplight. His nose turned up slightly, his chin came to a sharp point, and his bottom lip gave the impression of a perpetual pout. I’d noticed him at the factory while I waited for Greg. I liked how focused…