Nope. Nope. Nope.
At least this was a distraction from my constant replays of the shimmer witches fake-burning to death. Even though they were alive, their screams still woke me up several times in the night.
Damn Stefan.
And damn my dick!
Chapter 13
ISAAC
Breakfast consisted of fresh fruit, pastries, and cereal. All prepared by Alice and Erin.
I was surprised any of us could eat after seeing the news report. Big screaming headlines about activity at the mansion last night, anonymous recordings sent in by the public of the crystal shades and plenty of witchcops running around. Right now, there were loads of press vans gathered outside, blocking the road, held back by witchcop barriers.
Great.
There’d also been a commentary on the Brambles and Erin, talking about how their families had been loyal to ours, wondering if they were up to something behind those big, closed doors.
Of course, the biggest question the reporters asked was if House Aurora was on the cusp of a comeback.
Well, that didn’t take long.
I sat beside Riley, directly opposite Dean, with Ollie on the far side of the big dining table on the same side as me, Riley, Drake, and Jake a buffer between us. Probably best for him to be out of my eyeline. I’d only just cooled my horniness down after a third session of self-pleasure because of him.
My cock would fall off at this rate.
I hadn’t been this horny in a long while. At least not at this ‘somebody stick a stiffy in me’ level.
If only I could go out on the prowl to find myself a one-night fuck. Just one, to take the edge off.
I ate some grapefruit and sipped on black coffee while watching Dean Tseng elegantly stir sugar cubes into his tea.
If it wasn’t for Jake, I might have made a move on him. The man was yummy, his eyes dark and glossy, his skin a gorgeous tawny beige. He sported designer stubble, and a swept-back black hairdo. If I didn’t know better, I’d say he was in my business.
I loved his plum Gucci shirt but didn’t say anything about it. He was too busy trying not to look at Jake, who sat with Ollie, and it might trigger unnecessary drama.
Erin started talking business now that we were all suitably fed and watered.
My phone vibrated in my pocket, another message from my agent. After my steamy shower, she’d upped her game in demanding I call her.
I really should stop neglecting her.
“I found a spell in the grimoire related to mentalsharing,” Erin said. “I’m wondering if it will help when the fae woman summons you next.” She took a sip of her apple juice. “We’ll discuss that shortly.”
“Anything’s worth a try,” I responded.
Erin nodded, picking up a croissant. “The best course of action is to stay together as much as you can.” She pointed her pastry at me and Riley, referencing our new Celestial Ward power, which had restored itself, sitting there like a flag billowing in the winds of my mind. Reminding me to remember it.
My phone buzzed again. I plucked it from my pocket and switched it off.
Sorry, Helen.
“I think you should test it after breakfast,” Erin added. “To get used to it.”
“Good idea,” I agreed. “Maybe this should be a day of testing things out. We can cast the net spell too, along with the shared mind thing.”
Preston Retrieval Day, as I liked to think of it since like ten minutes ago, wasn’t far away now. We needed to master the net-flinging and keep ourselves spry with lots of training. Staying out of sight for a few days would be good. No one would see us with the glamouring potion in our system, but it’d be better to lay low for a few days.
