He extended his hand to her. She frowned at it, then frowned up at him. "I don't trust you." "I'm not asking you to trust me. I'm just asking to share a meal with you. Even enemies can do that." She hissed. "So you can poison me?" The corner of his mouth lifted in what might be interpreted as a charming smirk. "If I wanted to kill you, I'd have had plenty of opportunity to do so." He emphasized his extended hand with a nod after silence settled between them. "Well, do me the honor of joining me for dinner? Or shall we continue on trying to kill each other?" ____ Estella, a ruthless, powerful witch, meets her match in Averill, a powerful English warlock with deep ancient ties to magick. She's a purple witch which is of the highest order of magickal power, a force to be reckoned with, but Averill has his own reasons for seeking the woman out. Caught in a feud, each tries to make waste to the other until they finally agree on a timid truce. Unexpected chemistry starts to form between them culminating in a night of sweet abandon and deep magick. ____ This is a paranormal, BWWM, enemies-TO-lovers, erotic, short story. If y'all like this story, it has the potential to be expanded upon sometime in the future. UPDATES :: Random (I'm actively writing - this is a short story so there will only be like 10 parts) ADD to your library so you know when I post updates! Can't wait to hear what you think.
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