Soul Mates Bewitched

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Halloween? They made it seem like a Halloween thing?”
    “Yeah,” I replied, not seeing where he was going with his thought.
    “What if the Chalice is in with the Halloween stuff?”
    I blinked slowly. Max could be right. I hadn’t seen it in a while; Mom could have it tucked away in some box. As much as she loves Halloween, I was sure it could be mixed in with all of the other decorations. “Could be. I haven’t seen it, but that doesn’t mean anything, there are a lot of Halloween decorations, Dude.”
    “That’s what I’m thinkin’.”
    “We should check it out,” I said, glancing back at the group that was waiting for us. I watched James’ head dart up and he stared just past us into the woods. With a howl, he took off after something.
    “Shit!” Max exclaimed, taking off after James, Rik wasn’t far behind.
    I hesitated just long enough for Daire to grab my arm. “Don’t. The wolf and bear will help my prince take care of whatever was listening in the woods. Did you speak of something important?”
    “Yeah, it was about the Chalice. We might know where it is,” I replied.
    “Did you say where? Will whoever it was listening know where you were talking about?”
    “No. Maybe. I don’t know. We mentioned Halloween decorations. I don’t know that we specifically said where they might be.”
    Daire sighed. “Let us hope that my prince is successful in catching the eavesdropper then.” He grabbed our arms again and flashed us back to Uncle Nicu’s bar.
    We went in to wait for Max and the others to appear. I’d just opened a can of soda and taken a sip when Max appeared. James and Rik were close on his heels, and back in their human forms.
    “Did you catch whoever it was?”
    “No,” Max said, clearly pissed.
    “Do you think they knew what we were talking about?”
    Max frowned. “I don’t know. Maybe. We should check out our theory first thing in the morning.”
    “Yeah, I was thinking the same thing,” I said with a nod.
    “I’ll pick you up first thing,” Max replied. “Come on, guys. I want to get back to Anna.”
    “Tomorrow,” Daire said and popped out.
    “Goodbye, Tony, Sorceress,” Rik said with a nod.
    “See ya, Tones,” James said. “Babe, it’s been a pleasure,” he said to Jillian with a wolfish grin.
    I nodded and gave them a wave, but Jillian rolled her eyes and grinned. “See ye, wolf boy, Rik,” she said as they flashed out when no one was looking. She flopped down into her chair and called Marcus over.
    “What’s up gorgeous?”
    “Ken we get some nachos? I’m feelin’ a wee bit peckish,” Jillian replied with a smile.
    “Sure thing, Darlin’,” Marcus said turning back to the bar.
    “So, where does the Faerie think the Chalice is?” she asked.
    I glanced around the bar, checking to see who might over hear us. There was nobody I recognized and the music was fairly loud, so I moved in close to her ear. “Back home mixed in with our Halloween decorations. Mom has a million boxes of the stuff.”
    “Why does he think it might be there?” Jillian asked curiously.
    “It’s a long story, and he’s probably wrong,” I replied with a smile. “How about a dance, birthday girl?”
    Jillian glanced up at me and smiled. “Sure,” she said taking my hand and following me out to the dance floor.
    The band began to play a new tune by Maroon Five as I pulled Jillian into my arms. She laid her head on my shoulder and I sighed. It felt right, having her in my arms. I never wanted to let her go. I wanted to hold her and keep her safe forever. It must have shown on my face because she looked up at me and smiled. I stroked her cheek, leaned down, and captured her lips, kissing her tenderly at first, and then more passionately. She pulled me closer still, her fingers gripping my hair as if she might lose her balance if she let go.
    “Jillian,” I said softly, almost like a prayer.
    “I know,” she murmured, giving me a sexy little smile. “I’m feelin’

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