Untamed Fate (Magic Side: Wolf Bound 2)

room. With a flurry of motion, I scooped up the papers and shoved them

haphazardly in the desk drawer. “I don’t care what you’re up to, I’m not

letting you dictate my life.”

My gaze landed on the dozens of pictures I’d drawn of Jaxson. They were

some of my best work. While the illustrations of the sorcerer were scribbled

with desperate, frenetic energy, every detail of Jaxson’s face and body had

been replicated with soft, meticulous strokes of the pencil. His strong jaw and

handsome beard, his dark, wavy hair and radiant eyes. The powerful contours

of his body.

What had I been thinking?

There was no way to forget the embarrassment and regret on his face after

he’d kissed me in the woods. It still made my cheeks burn with shame and

fury. I wa

s, after all, just a dirty LaSalle. A sorceress with dark, tainted

magic.

He thought I was so insignificant that he’d cut me out of his investigation.

Treated me like a pawn. Kept me on a need-to-know basis. So why the hell

was I drawing pictures of that jerk and leaving them around the room?

That was the million-dollar question.

“You don’t get to dictate my life, either,” I murmured, snatching the

jumbled sketches off the dresser and bedside table and shoving them in the

drawer with the creepy sorcerer, face down. I slammed the drawer shut with a

satisfying thunk. “Enjoy each other’s company, assholes.”

Feeling slightly relieved at having completely and deftly rid myself of all

my problems, I headed to the shower. I peeled off my sweat-soaked uniform

and undies and dropped them on the mildly fragrant pile of clothes in the

corner of the bathroom. I’d practiced three nights in a row and desperately

needed to do laundry.

A quick shower drained the last of my residual adrenaline, and soon after,

I slipped naked between the sheets and fell asleep on the rickety old bed.