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Morgana was more than unimpressed by his behaviour – before or then. The man was pushing boundaries between them and she was ready to make that clear.

“Couldn’t help it. Perhaps closing the door would be a good idea if you don’t want anyone to see in…?” He offered with so much glee in his eyes that she could have hit him over the head with that bottle and enjoyed every second of it.

She might even have done a jig.

“It’s not like I invited you in, Nathaniel…”

He snatched the bottle back from her and poured the Scotch into the glass. Morgana’s hand snatched up the glass and she made short work of the fiery brew, practically pouring it down the back of her throat without much of a swallow.

“Cheers,” Nathaniel offered back.

He had to admit that he was a little taken aback by her behaviour. She was usually so solid in her dealings with him. Almost predictable.

Never one to be outdone; he put the bottle to his lips and drank thirstily.

He still had cravings for blood after being without it for two days. It was a side product of his mind’s thirst and not his body.

Bloodlust was never a good thing and he didn’t want to get any urges for her Fae blood. That would be bad…

He could sate that lust with the Scotch – he hoped, but if that vein in her neck started to make him lick his lips then he was out of there.

They had a working relationship of sorts. He liked having her skills at his beck and call, and risking all of that over what would be a top up wasn’t worth it in his book.

That and the fact that she would probably never forgive him, and he hated that thought as much as the thought of never seeing her again.

“Now tell me what Maxi said…” he urged as she eyed him.

“It’s a him … probably, maybe not…”

“That’s … enlightening,” he offered with a big dollop of sarcasm. “I waited like a schoolboy on the naughty step outside for that?”

“It could be a warlock, but there is dark magic at play.”

“Could be a warlock, but dark magic? How does that work?”

“Witches use dark magic too.”

“You don’t,” he shrugged.

“Because I like having a soul.”

“So a possible soulless witch, or a Warlock, maybe not – good to know. Any idea’s where I’d find one or more of those around here?” Nathaniel asked and she sighed.

“No,” she eyed the bottle in his hand.

“You want another?”

“Not now your lips have been on it,” she hissed back.

“It’s almost impossible for me to have cooties … hello, vampire healing blood…” he teased back, but she still snorted her contempt for him. “Fine. I’ll buy you another bottle…”

“Right now?” She raised her eyebrows at him.

“Well, not right his minute, no…”

“See, selfish…” she turned away and pulled open the fridge, reaching in for a bottle of beer and slamming the door closed again.

“Allow me,” he said, reaching out and flicking off the cap with his thumb nail.

“Good for something. Maxi also said you would be my downfall,” Morgana saw him wince. She wondered at that reaction.

“Do you believe her?”

“The question is; do you believe her.”

“Why me?”

“You’re the one I’m bound too until my debt is repaid. Only you can say when that will be.” She climbed up onto a stool and watched the wheels turning within his mind.

“Not true,” he offered back with a small shake of his head. “You could always die in the meantime.”

“Gee, I’ll look forward to it.” She offered back with an acidic tone that he’d come to know and love from her.

“The things some people will do to get out of repaying a debt,” he offered back. His eyes were shining with amusement again.

“Did you ever think that maybe they just want to be away from you at any cost?” She shot back.

“No.” He offered back dryly, but then he gave her one hell of a devilish smile; at the sight of it she had no choice but to sigh.

“Come on, Nathaniel. Time to go bug someone else,” she motioned towards the door. “You can keep the cootie bottle.”

“Answer me this, witch … what’s the timescale of a seer’s vision?”

“It doesn’t come with a best before date stamped onto it, if that’s what you mean.” She offered back before taking a few large gulps of beer.

“Point me in the direction of a black magic witch,” Nathaniel narrowed his eyes on her, and she slowly shook her head just knowing that he wouldn’t let it drop.

“Leave it with me and I’ll see what I can find.”

“Done.” Nathaniel started for the door. “Thanks for the drink.” He called over his shoulder and she rolled her eyes once more.

The man was a law unto himself.