Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
“She will do no such thing,” I hear my mother say when I get closer.
“Who?” I poke right in. I love good gossip.
“Are you being nice?” My mom ignores my question and asks her own instead.
“What does that mean? I’m always nice.”
“Right,” my brother mutters under his breath, and Ella elbows him in the ribs.
“We talked about this. You have to be open if you want to meet someone,” my mother reminds me.
I got this talk while we were getting ready and my mom informed me that I could be a bit rude to the opposite sex. Men are dicks, and they want to poke you with them. What happened to a man having to work for it? If you can’t put up with a little pushback, we’ll never make it.
My brother and Ella are adorable, but there is a spice to their relationship that is missing. For me, at least, but I guess everyone has their own taste.
“So who is doing ‘no such thing’?” I ask, flipping the conversation back to my mom. Yes, I can do that too. After all, she was the one that taught me how to do it. My mom is feisty, so I’m not sure why she thinks I would be different. She can drive me insane, but watching her and my dad together showed me what love could be.
There are so many wives in our world that let their husbands get away with almost anything. My mom would never, but then again, she picked a man who would have moved mountains just to watch her smile. Dad did, however, enjoy working her up. I think it’s because he loved being the only one to calm her down.
“You.” Ella fills in the blank for me.
“She’s not doing it.” My mom is quick to cut Ella off before she can say more.
“Sorry, I—”
“Mother,” Leo grits out.
“Sorry, Ella, it’s not you. It’s just—”
“I’ll do it,” I cut in, and Mom stares at me with a tight face. It’s a look that worked better on me when I was younger. It also helps that she can’t be too loud right now. There are ears all around us, and I’m with Leo on this one. There’s no need to be rude to Ella.
It would take something big to make my mom do anything to upset Ella. She has spent weeks trying to lure Ella out of her shell and into our family. We are all protective of her, so I’m surprised by her reaction.
“Lovely to see you again, Janet.”
My back straightens at the sound of Flynn’s voice. He comes to stand right beside me, so close that I can feel his body brushing against my side. I can’t remember the last time I was this close to him. Was it that night? I don’t dare glance up at him, but I swear I feel his hand lightly touch my back, and I refuse to give him the time of day…or I guess night.
“Mrs. Prince.” Mom is quick to correct him.
Her tone catches me off guard for a second, but when I think back, she’s always been short with Flynn. My dad loved Flynn, and he mentioned it to me more than once that he thought Flynn was misunderstood. I didn’t know what he meant by that or why he told me, but he did it a few times when we’d been alone.
“Zelly has agreed to come stay with you and help with your garden,” my brother says.
“Wait, what?” I gasp. Flynn has a garden? And I’m doing what with it?
“Perfect.” Flynn’s hand moves to my hip, and is it my imagination or is he pulling me into his side?
I snap my head up to meet his gaze. I have no clue what game he’s playing. This time around, I’ll be the winner and he’ll be the one left with scars while questioning himself. Revenge sounds delightful even if it might be overkill. But hey, I'm a witch.
Happy Halloween, Flynn Evermore.
Chapter Six
FLYNN
“If you’ll excuse us,” I say to a red-faced Janet who is doing her best not to argue with several dozen people close by.
I’m using the crowd to my advantage even if it’s a sneaky tactic. Just as I’m pulling Zelly away with me, I see Leo move closer to his mother and hiss something under his breath. I could see the exchange from where I was standing, and whatever Janet said to Ella set Leo off. Yeah, I think it’s best I get Zelly away from that. Leo can handle his mother all on his own.
“I almost feel sorry for my mom,” Zelly says, but I don’t think she meant to say it out loud.
“Almost?” I tease, and she presses her lips together like she doesn’t want anything else to come out of her mouth. I’m still smiling as my hand goes to Zelly’s elbow and I lead her over to the dance floor.