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Aside from the fact that she’d almost had a heart attack at the sight of him – and the fact that her magic had warned her that he was there with a ping of static against her shields that had set off the alarm bells at the exact same moment that his voice had hit her ears – she had the distinct need to kill him.

“Oh, hell no…” Morgana bit out. She raised her hand and pointed an outstretched finger towards the window. “Back out the way that you came.” She was in no mood for him…

It wasn’t that she hadn’t woven some pretty impressive wards around her house, protecting the entrances, of course she had. She was a witch, and not stupid to the ways of the supernatural … but … he’d been invited in, and with the best will in the world and all the magic at her disposal; not even she could uninvited a damn vampire.

“This is a surprisingly comfortable bed, all things considered…” He bounced a little and she found herself seething a lot.

“All things considered?” She didn’t want to bite on that remark but curiosity got the better of her.

“Bargain basement …” he shrugged and watched her eyebrows try to reach her hairline in record time.

“Out!” She demanded. Her voice increasing into a shrill ending…

Morgana was well aware that he had her at a disadvantage…

A towel … a damn towel of all things… she grumbled.

“Aren’t you going to return the favour?” Nathaniel asked.

“I went to Maxi…”

“Not that favour … that was a given…” he cut her off and her eyes narrowed on him.

“Favour?” She tipped her head to one side and as he made her wait for his reply, she kind of berated herself for asking the moment the words left her lips.

“I showed you mine…” he grinned then. It was one big, devilish grin that spread across his face and made her want to lose her fist in it…

Morgana wasn’t prone to physical violence without provocation – she preferred to let her magic do the talking for her – but for him, she would make an exception.

“Call me again when hell freezes over.” Morgana craned her head on her neck towards him and pointed towards the window once more.

“Oh, fine…” he huffed, swinging his legs around on the bed and pulling his body to a sitting position as he frowned up at her. “Tell me what Maxi said…”

“Out.” She demanded.

“Something I said?” Nathaniel gave her as close to an innocent look as the man could ever possible hope to get.

“Something you did. O-u-t!”

Morgana hadn’t dropped her arm from the last time that she’d told him to leave. She figured that he probably did better with someone drawing him a picture…

“I’m here now, can’t you just tell me…”

Nathaniel got no further than that. She wasn’t playing games with him, and he got that message loud and clear when she zapped him hard, harder than she’d ever done before…

“O-k!” He ground out between clenched teeth, and he was sure that for a moment there even his fangs were trying to elongate in his jaws…

Morgana snapped off her magic and bit down on her annoyance…

“But, I’m using the door, and I’m waiting for you in the living room,” he went to take a step, and she took one first and barred the way to the door of her room.

“You came in by the window, you can leave by the damn window, and knock on the front door like you, at least, pretend to have some respect for me…” She bit out, berating him with just a look.

“Fine!” He sighed, rolling his eyes in his head and huffing once more as she stood there chewing an imaginary wasp.

A blink later and he was gone.

Morgana rolled her eyes to the ceiling and felt her muscles finally start to unclenched a little, and as she counted to a slid ten; she relaxed a little more on the shake of her head…

The sound of a loud tap on the front door made her close her eyes for a long moment. The man was incorrigible.

Morgana sighed.

Boundaries … the man needs to have damn boundaries like a child…

Then with something of a satisfied grin; she took her own sweet time in getting dressed.

 

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“Firstly,” Nathaniel said; when she’d finally opened the front door and berated him with just a look, “sour puss. I do have the uttermost respect for you…”

“I take it that you’ve been thinking while waiting,” she shot back a little too sweetly for his liking.

“Maybe a little,” he offered back with a small begrudging shrug off his broad shoulders and a sour look on his face.

“By climbing in my bedroom window and disrespecting my choice to let you in or not?” She countered and watched him consider that for a long moment.

“I can see how it might feel that way…” he offered back and her eyebrows climbed up her forehead again at record speed.

“Yeah!”

“Secondly; please may I come in?” He flashed her a winning smile.

“No.”

“No?” The smile was gone.

“No.” She shrugged. “I can give you that answer in ten different languages including this one…” She offered him her middle finger and got a frown in return.

“I think I got it,” he assured her.

“Good.”

“We can talk about witches, and vampires, and shifters, and murder out here on the doorstep with your neighbours listening…” His voice got progressively louder. “Or you can let me in for a minute.”

“Fine…” she bit out, eyeing the windows of her neighbour’s houses to see if anyone was already twitching their curtains at his arrival.

Morgana stood aside and allowed him in. He gave her a teasing grin the moment that his foot went over the threshold, and she was back to wanting to hurt him once more.

“Do I get a drink?” He asked, dipping his head slightly as he drew level with her, and taking in her scent. “You smell nice…”

Morgana rolled her eyes and then her body back away from him. Walking away; she left him to close the front door as she made a beeline for the kitchen.

He’d already been inside of her bedroom and the living room felt just as personal to her.

“Glass…” she reached up and snagged a tumbler from the shelf… “Bottle.” She slapped them both down on the kitchen counter that stood between them. “Have at it.”

“What, you’re not going to pour a drink for your guest?”

The amusement in his eyes riled her a little more. Maybe as much as the black on black clothing that he wore; it might have made him look devilishly handsome, but it also made him look dark, very, very dark and reminded her just who she was dealing with.

“Uninvited.” She bit back.

“On the contrary. I have been invited, otherwise I couldn’t have been in your bedroom…” he offered back with another devilish grin.

He was having way too much fun at her expense. He reached for the bottle and unscrewed the cap.

“I like the little flowers on your shower screen…”

Morgana’s lower jaw sagged in disbelief. She reached out and snatched the bottle out of his hands, as her eyes shot daggers at him.

“You looked.” She ground out.