Reese was here?
That thought was answered when another voice responded with, “I didn’t do that.”
“Bullshit. Flitters can’t control their levitation.”
Flitters? Was Devlin making up words now?
Angus’s tone was the next to hit my ears. “She’s not a flitter.”
“What do you mean, she’s not a flitter?” Devlin barked out.
What was a flitter?
“I don’t know why you’re surprised, son. You know who her father was.”
Now I was really confused. When I dreamt about my dad, he was there, not being mentioned by some asshats using made-up words.
“Don’t you think that would’ve been good information to have?”
Devlin sounded mad. Good. Asshole. I’d still like to know what they were talking about. I just assumed the “her” they were referring to was me, but maybe it wasn’t. It wasn’t like they knew I was here. Like I said, you can’t see the wind.
“Devlin has a point, Angus,” Reese piped in. “I might’ve used a different spell if I’d known.”
Spell? Was I stuck in some weird magic place again? I hoped not. Last time I was trapped in the body of an ant. All I could do was go out and grab things to bring back for the queen, who I worshipped as a god. That was not a fun dream.
“I only just found out,” Angus said. “Now we can continue arguing about this, or you two can get ready to call the spirit.”
Call the spirit? That sounded like a fancy way to say prayer.
Oh crap.
Please tell me we weren’t in a church. I was nowhere near dressed enough for a place like that. The only fabric I could feel on my skin were soft bands wrapping around my hips. Being naked as the wind was one thing—the wind didn’t need clothes to blow—but this…
If the Almighty did exist, this was a good way to be struck down. I wasn’t in the mood to get smited. Hmm… That didn’t feel right. Smoted, maybe? What was the past tense version of smite? Smited, smote, smithers. Couldn’t help but chuckle at that one.
Be good, my children, lest God come forth and smithers you.
“Umm,” Reese said. “I think she just laughed.”
Did he hear me? I should’ve been more careful. Just because I couldn’t be seen didn’t mean they wouldn’t hear me. Damnit.
“See, this is what I was talking about.” I could almost see the scowl on Devlin’s face. Wait…
Why couldn’t I see? Surely the wind needed to know where it was going. Then again, sight wasn’t exactly important. It wasn’t like crashing into a wall or tree would slow it down.
“We should call it off,” Devlin suggested.
To which both Angus and Reese replied, “no.”
Yeah! If Devlin didn’t want to do it, then I was all for it. Fuck Devlin.
“I’d expect this kind of attitude from your brother,” Angus said, leading me to wonder which brother he was referring to. Wyatt, Magnus, or the elusive Rook? “But not you, Devlin.”
“Tell me, Father…” Someone was snippy. “What kind of attitude did you expect when I was given her?”
The arrogance made me want to roll my eyes. People weren’t possessions to be given. Not that I was overly surprised that phrase came out of his mouth. Mr. I Don’t Like Your Make-up So I’m Going To Wash It Off.
“We,” Reese added in.
