She patted me on the shoulder.
Riley went up next, testing the net on Alice. She passed out but came around the moment he broke the net.
Cool. The spell worked.
We tested the Celestial Ward again, then kept on practicing throwing our nets on test dummies. Within thirty minutes, we reached a decent skill level of draw and release like we were at a shootout in western movie.
“We’ll practice every day until we meet Marcus,” Alice declared. “The wank stain won’t see it coming.”
I liked the sound of that.
Rileyand I cast Mind Sharing.
Mind Sharing!
This spell allows willing bodies to share mental power. There must be a valid reason for this to be activated.
Requires ice water and salt poured into a hot, dry cauldron. Grounding requires sheep’s wool dipped in vinegar. A bowl of sugar and iron filings is required for the toll, to be added to the mixture once brought to the boil.
To establish a connection, speak the reason for using the spell. If valid, the liquid will turn green. If rejected, it will turn red, and the spell will be void.
Clap the magic out while calling the words Mind Sharing!
This spell requires three witches to cast and lasts for seven days until the next casting.
Three witches unless you were sacred like us.
We followed the steps down in the basement spell room, Ollie gathering the ingredients for us, avoiding eye contact with me.
Exhausting much?
Okay, time to give a reason for casting.
I spoke for us. “To share in a mental connection for the fae woman. If she takes one to her orchard, she takes us all.”
Although Drake couldn’t cast the spell, he linkedarms with us anyway to try getting him in on the action. Only time would tell if it worked.
The liquid turned green.
Yippee!
After clapping out the magic, three beams of green light ribboned from the cauldron, curling around our bodies and joined us together, including Drake. A warm breeze tickled my face, and the ribbons puffed away.
“I guess we’ll see what happens next time she strikes,” Riley said.
We called it a day after that. I showered, grabbed some lunch, and decided to chill out alone in my room for a bit.
I slipped into a pair of champagne-gold Louis Vuitton jeans and a brown ruffled sweater. Clothes were my armor, and a major comfort. To some, I may seem surface level and vapid. But fuck their judgmental asses. I loved fashion, I loved looking good. It wasn’t flaunting, it was a form of selfcare. And what was so wrong with that?
Ollie would give me dagger eyes for this outfit…
“Ollie can go kiss poison ivy,” I grumbled.
I still hadn’t apologized to Erin for my outburst. I’d find her in a bit. Unlike Riley, I couldn’t bake her cookies to garnish my apology. So, I’d have to think of something else.
The sunny morning transitioned into a dreary afternoon. Gray clouds smothered the sky, a light drizzle falling.
Ugh. Miserable weather.
