telling
anyone than I’ll bewitch her gossip pertaining to this topic.” I
wasn’t sure that Fiona would like to have a spell cast upon her,
but it was necessary so that word didn’t get out and cause panic
amongst the witches.
“Excuse me, I’m right here, so quit
talking like I’m not,” Fiona snapped. I gave her an apologetic
smile and waited for Micah to give me the go ahead. His head nod
was reluctant but good enough for me.
“Fiona, as Micah has boldly stated,
this isn’t public knowledge,” I said with a serious look. She
nodded her head and just to make sure the information I was about
to spill would in fact stay in the car, I intertwined magic with my
words so that Fiona wouldn’t be able to repeat what she’d heard. If
she tried to say anything about brew, the words would catch in her
throat, unable to form or be uttered by her lips. She had often
used this spell on me whenever she wanted to keep a wild weekend
that had gotten a little out of hand from leaving my own lips. It
was harmless but effective when you wanted secrecy.
I went on to tell her everything Micah
and Wyatt had told me about brew. Her eyes grew wide with the news
but she kept quiet so that I could explain everything. Although the
FPD wasn’t comfortable with me sharing this news with my best
friend, it was for her benefit. Maybe with this news she’d be more
careful and consequently, not end up like the other witches, just a
body in a ditch.
“This is not to be spread around,”
Micah said, giving me a warning look.
I smiled and said, “Ask her what I
just told her.” He gave me an unbelievable look but shot Fiona a
glance through the rearview mirror.
“What did Gwen just tell
you?”
Fiona thought for a moment and then
opened her mouth to speak but her lips just closed.
“I can’t tell you,” she said happily.
Micah squinted an eye at her, not quite sold on the fact that I had
magically booby-trapped my information. You’d think after dating
for eight months he’d realize and understand magic, but Micah’s a
cop, and therefore has no faith in things he can’t see.
“Hey, Micah,” I said to get his
attention back on me. He turned his head to shoot me a look and I
smiled. “Did you know that that a duck’s quack doesn’t echo?”
Everyone in the car became silent and looked at me like I’d lost my
mind. I smiled at Aiden and nodded at Fiona, she knew what I was up
to.
“Micah, what did Gwen just tell you?”
Fiona asked. Micah thought for a moment and with certainty opened
his mouth to repeat what I had told him, only to have his lips shut
and remain quiet. I had laced the information with magic and for
that reason, Micah couldn’t repeat what I had told him. I smiled
victoriously and Fiona laughed.
“Happy?”
He gave me a lopsided grin and nodded.
For the rest of the car ride home, we discussed brew and by the
time Micah pulled in front of our apartment building, I was feeling
depressed. It didn’t help my mood when the happy tourists were
still roaming the streets at midnight. Most sane humans wouldn’t be
out this late at night, but the vampire wannabes and the men and
women looking for vampire romance, like the ones they’d read in so
many books, still trolled the streets.
Fiona and I got out of the car and
headed for our apartment but I noticed Aiden staring at a group of
women walking across the park. He had to feed every other day so
today must be feeding time. It wasn’t illegal to feed on humans in
Flora so long as the human was consenting and no vampire glamour
was used. He noticed my glare and gave me a sly smile that I wasn’t
in the mood to return. Whether dealing with a werewolf or vampire,
there would always be stipulations. Maybe a nice human boy would be
the smarter choice for my heart. If I dated a human guy, then we
could eat together, have children together, and be on the same
sleeping schedule.
I let out a heavy sigh and turned to
walk up the concrete stairs with Fiona
anyone than I’ll bewitch her gossip pertaining to this topic.” I
wasn’t sure that Fiona would like to have a spell cast upon her,
but it was necessary so that word didn’t get out and cause panic
amongst the witches.
“Excuse me, I’m right here, so quit
talking like I’m not,” Fiona snapped. I gave her an apologetic
smile and waited for Micah to give me the go ahead. His head nod
was reluctant but good enough for me.
“Fiona, as Micah has boldly stated,
this isn’t public knowledge,” I said with a serious look. She
nodded her head and just to make sure the information I was about
to spill would in fact stay in the car, I intertwined magic with my
words so that Fiona wouldn’t be able to repeat what she’d heard. If
she tried to say anything about brew, the words would catch in her
throat, unable to form or be uttered by her lips. She had often
used this spell on me whenever she wanted to keep a wild weekend
that had gotten a little out of hand from leaving my own lips. It
was harmless but effective when you wanted secrecy.
I went on to tell her everything Micah
and Wyatt had told me about brew. Her eyes grew wide with the news
but she kept quiet so that I could explain everything. Although the
FPD wasn’t comfortable with me sharing this news with my best
friend, it was for her benefit. Maybe with this news she’d be more
careful and consequently, not end up like the other witches, just a
body in a ditch.
“This is not to be spread around,”
Micah said, giving me a warning look.
I smiled and said, “Ask her what I
just told her.” He gave me an unbelievable look but shot Fiona a
glance through the rearview mirror.
“What did Gwen just tell
you?”
Fiona thought for a moment and then
opened her mouth to speak but her lips just closed.
“I can’t tell you,” she said happily.
Micah squinted an eye at her, not quite sold on the fact that I had
magically booby-trapped my information. You’d think after dating
for eight months he’d realize and understand magic, but Micah’s a
cop, and therefore has no faith in things he can’t see.
“Hey, Micah,” I said to get his
attention back on me. He turned his head to shoot me a look and I
smiled. “Did you know that that a duck’s quack doesn’t echo?”
Everyone in the car became silent and looked at me like I’d lost my
mind. I smiled at Aiden and nodded at Fiona, she knew what I was up
to.
“Micah, what did Gwen just tell you?”
Fiona asked. Micah thought for a moment and with certainty opened
his mouth to repeat what I had told him, only to have his lips shut
and remain quiet. I had laced the information with magic and for
that reason, Micah couldn’t repeat what I had told him. I smiled
victoriously and Fiona laughed.
“Happy?”
He gave me a lopsided grin and nodded.
For the rest of the car ride home, we discussed brew and by the
time Micah pulled in front of our apartment building, I was feeling
depressed. It didn’t help my mood when the happy tourists were
still roaming the streets at midnight. Most sane humans wouldn’t be
out this late at night, but the vampire wannabes and the men and
women looking for vampire romance, like the ones they’d read in so
many books, still trolled the streets.
Fiona and I got out of the car and
headed for our apartment but I noticed Aiden staring at a group of
women walking across the park. He had to feed every other day so
today must be feeding time. It wasn’t illegal to feed on humans in
Flora so long as the human was consenting and no vampire glamour
was used. He noticed my glare and gave me a sly smile that I wasn’t
in the mood to return. Whether dealing with a werewolf or vampire,
there would always be stipulations. Maybe a nice human boy would be
the smarter choice for my heart. If I dated a human guy, then we
could eat together, have children together, and be on the same
sleeping schedule.
I let out a heavy sigh and turned to
walk up the concrete stairs with Fiona
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