Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 80563 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80563 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Though if I’m being honest, I don’t think he really accepted it until he met me. But I’m no ordinary witch, and Lucas has been by my side as I discovered that.
“You two,” Tabatha goes on, pointingClick here to enter text. at Kristy and me. “Right to bed the both of you.”
“Yes, Headmaster,” I reply with a half-smile. Tabatha raises one eyebrow but smiles back. “I may not be able to ground you to your dorm anymore but locking you in a tower is sounding more and more like a good idea.”
“I second that,” Lucas says, and I give him a glare.
“And you,” Tabatha rounds on Eamon, raising her wrist in a circling motion and whispering an incantation. Green energy swirls around Eamon’s wrists, magically handcuffing them together. His eyes widen as he looks down, more curious than anything else. “I don’t have the bandwidth to deal with whatever this is, but I think it goes without saying that if you even step a toe out of line, I will magically hold you down and pull your veins out one by one.”
Eamon pulls on the magical bindings, charring his flesh. He tips his head to Lucas with a grin on his smug face. “I’m starting to see why you hang out with these people.”
Kristy downs the rest of her wine and takes a staggering step forward. “I’m tired.”
“Me too,” I sigh. “Let’s go in.”
Lucas kisses me goodbye and starts walking around the back of the house with Tabatha. Eliza, Kristy, and Eamon come with me inside. I follow Kristy into the kitchen and watch her refill her wine glass to the brim.
“Doing your best Callie impersonation?” I ask, slowly moving Juliet to my other arm.
“Hah,” she says and takes a big drink. “The bottle would be gone already if I was.”
“That’s fair,” I agree with a nod. “Though the whole not being fully human thing always gave me a high tolerance.”
“We all just thought you had a high tolerance because you drank so much,” she fires back with a grin.
“Also, fair and probably true. God, I miss wine.”
“Hey, you’ve made it this far without it. Maybe one of us should keep our wits about us.” She takes another big drink and sets her glass down on the island counter. This is a total dream kitchen, something that would get repinned a million times over. It’s kinda funny when I think about it; I don’t cook all that often nor am I that good at it. And Lucas doesn’t eat food. Though I suppose someday Juliet will have friends over and I’ll be at the large island counter, chopping up vegetables and making a charcuterie board for them all to enjoy.
If we make it that far.
Stop it, I mentally tell myself and shake my head. Kristy picks up her wine and takes another big drink before nodding at me.
“We should go to bed.”
“You’re staying,” I tell her, knowing she’s a homebody just like me. There’s nothing quite like the comfort of your own bed. “And I’ll take you home in the morning.”
“Okay,” she says, blue eyes looking a little bloodshot. “I amClick here to enter text. tired.”
“I bet. Let’s get you to bed.” Juliet lets out a little sigh and I look down, feeling all stupid emotional again. I don’t want to think about the events that unfurled only hours ago. I never realized how good at repressing memories I was until said memories started to come back. Ruby was right when she said it’s impressive I haven’t had a mental breakdown.
Yet.
I have a feeling one is coming, and I don’t think anyone will blame me when I go a little crazy and shatter a few glasses or something. Whether it will be from magic or by my own hand, I’ve yet to decide. Maybe both. There’s something satisfying about throwing shit, but it also gives me the biggest release to let go of the power I’m constantly holding back.
Closing my eyes for a few seconds, I get a flash of the night Lucas was taken. My uncle appeared and all the rage and anger I had inside me exploded. Wings appeared at my back, and I start to feel a little prickle along my spine as I recall the way they felt.
Heavy yet weightless.
Awkward yet a part of me.
Powerful.
A weird longing for them bubbles inside of me, and another familiar feeling starts to buzz around my head. I open my eyes and inhale quickly, willing the crown of hellfire not to appear. BecauseClick here to enter text. dammit, I want to wear it.
“Are you ever tempted to cast a sleep spell on her?” Kristy asks. She’s sitting on the edge of my bed, watching me try to get Juliet to settle down in her swing. I fed her, changed her diaper, and read her a book yet she’s fighting sleep.