what a high witch like me can do.”
Struggling mentally, he tried to put up his shields. I could see the stress of trying to push me out of his head as it wrinkled his brow.
Tossing the fireball up in the air, I made it disappear. “This is your last warning, asshole. I have somewhere to be, and I’m really not in the mood to play games with you tonight.”
When he didn’t move, I rolled my shoulders and cracked my neck. Using my forefinger in a figure eight pattern, I threw a binding spell at him and wrapped it around his ankles. He’d already begun spewing a spell.
I stomped my foot without thinking. The earth shook. That’s one of my newer powers and I forget all the time.
With his body bound, he teetered to the right, then the left, and fell to the ground. His brain splattered all over the drive.
Damn . I hadn’t really meant to kill him.
I picked up my beaded evening bag where I’d left it in the driveway, called the spook squad on my cell phone, and explained what happened. They were there in less than five minutes and took care of the mess, promising to find Sphere for questioning.
The PM sent his driver to pick me up and I made it just in time to see Zoë blow out the candles on a cake that took two tables to hold. It had been made into a chocolate castle.
The presents were in a mountain behind her. I didn’t see a pony, but there was a four-story dollhouse courtesy of Sheik Azir. The rest of the presents would make any toy store envious.
Any other child might turn into a spoiled brat, but that would never happen to Zoë. She was someone special.
“Bronwitch. Look at my cake.” She waved her hands over the cake, and I worried she might topple into it.
I winked at her. “It is the biggest cake I’ve ever seen. Do you think it will taste good?”
She stuck a finger into the icing and put it in her mouth. “Mmmmm.”
“Well, I guess that answers that.”
The PM and Zane gave me looks, as if to ask if everything was okay. I nodded that it was and tried to enjoy the party.
But all night I kept wondering what Sphere and the other warlock had been up to. Were they after the PM, Zane, or me?
Twelve
Paris
Friday
Midnight
Witches on the hunt: 1
A h, Paris. The Eiffel tower, Christian Lacroix, cabaret music, and slimy worm warlocks—there’s so much here for a girl to see and do.
There are witches who hunt for a living. They track down nasty, evil, magical beings and kill them. Me? All I have to do is stand around and the bad dudes show up to kill me . It’s been that way ever since I came into my powers at seventeen.
After the altercation with Sphere and his dead buddy, I had Cole investigate the warlock. That’s how we ended up in Paris—Sphere came back here to the protection of his coven.
Fat lotta good that did him .
Cole discovered there are three hits out on me right now. That’s nothing new. In fact, I was beginning to feel unpopular the last few weeks because Jason seemed to be the only one wanting to kill me. The last five years of my life have been dedicated to ridding the world of evil magic dudes and dudettes, and I’ve made a few enemies along the way.
One of the hits is courtesy of Jason, I’m certain. Seems he’s vanished from his psychiatric prison and is God knows where.
The other two, well I haven’t a clue. Honestly, someone is always trying to kill me. It’s just a part of life. But I hadn’t pissed anyone off in a while, so I was really curious who it was this time.
“We’re working on it, Bron.” Cole tried to reassure me. We were staying at the Hotel Meurice. The two suites we occupied looked like something from Versailles. A bit too over the top for me, decorated in blue and gold with lots of silk, but who am I to complain? They do treat Americans with civility, which I appreciate. Of course, it could just be because I’m hanging out with Zane.
The rock star insisted on coming with us, and he always stays here. The staff is discreet and doesn’t
Struggling mentally, he tried to put up his shields. I could see the stress of trying to push me out of his head as it wrinkled his brow.
Tossing the fireball up in the air, I made it disappear. “This is your last warning, asshole. I have somewhere to be, and I’m really not in the mood to play games with you tonight.”
When he didn’t move, I rolled my shoulders and cracked my neck. Using my forefinger in a figure eight pattern, I threw a binding spell at him and wrapped it around his ankles. He’d already begun spewing a spell.
I stomped my foot without thinking. The earth shook. That’s one of my newer powers and I forget all the time.
With his body bound, he teetered to the right, then the left, and fell to the ground. His brain splattered all over the drive.
Damn . I hadn’t really meant to kill him.
I picked up my beaded evening bag where I’d left it in the driveway, called the spook squad on my cell phone, and explained what happened. They were there in less than five minutes and took care of the mess, promising to find Sphere for questioning.
The PM sent his driver to pick me up and I made it just in time to see Zoë blow out the candles on a cake that took two tables to hold. It had been made into a chocolate castle.
The presents were in a mountain behind her. I didn’t see a pony, but there was a four-story dollhouse courtesy of Sheik Azir. The rest of the presents would make any toy store envious.
Any other child might turn into a spoiled brat, but that would never happen to Zoë. She was someone special.
“Bronwitch. Look at my cake.” She waved her hands over the cake, and I worried she might topple into it.
I winked at her. “It is the biggest cake I’ve ever seen. Do you think it will taste good?”
She stuck a finger into the icing and put it in her mouth. “Mmmmm.”
“Well, I guess that answers that.”
The PM and Zane gave me looks, as if to ask if everything was okay. I nodded that it was and tried to enjoy the party.
But all night I kept wondering what Sphere and the other warlock had been up to. Were they after the PM, Zane, or me?
Twelve
Paris
Friday
Midnight
Witches on the hunt: 1
A h, Paris. The Eiffel tower, Christian Lacroix, cabaret music, and slimy worm warlocks—there’s so much here for a girl to see and do.
There are witches who hunt for a living. They track down nasty, evil, magical beings and kill them. Me? All I have to do is stand around and the bad dudes show up to kill me . It’s been that way ever since I came into my powers at seventeen.
After the altercation with Sphere and his dead buddy, I had Cole investigate the warlock. That’s how we ended up in Paris—Sphere came back here to the protection of his coven.
Fat lotta good that did him .
Cole discovered there are three hits out on me right now. That’s nothing new. In fact, I was beginning to feel unpopular the last few weeks because Jason seemed to be the only one wanting to kill me. The last five years of my life have been dedicated to ridding the world of evil magic dudes and dudettes, and I’ve made a few enemies along the way.
One of the hits is courtesy of Jason, I’m certain. Seems he’s vanished from his psychiatric prison and is God knows where.
The other two, well I haven’t a clue. Honestly, someone is always trying to kill me. It’s just a part of life. But I hadn’t pissed anyone off in a while, so I was really curious who it was this time.
“We’re working on it, Bron.” Cole tried to reassure me. We were staying at the Hotel Meurice. The two suites we occupied looked like something from Versailles. A bit too over the top for me, decorated in blue and gold with lots of silk, but who am I to complain? They do treat Americans with civility, which I appreciate. Of course, it could just be because I’m hanging out with Zane.
The rock star insisted on coming with us, and he always stays here. The staff is discreet and doesn’t
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