“Where are we going?”
She buckled up and gave me directions. The target of her wrath was just a few minutes away in Walltown.
“Who are you gunning for?”
She sniffed. “His name is Vic. He’s a human. We had a thing all winter, and then a few months ago we had the ‘where is this going’ talk. We agreed to be exclusive.”
Uh-oh. “And he wasn’t exclusive.”
“No. He’s been cheating on me with a light fae girl. I confronted her and she had no clue who I was. She waspissed. So we created a little something to make him regret messing with us. I have to video the whole thing for her cause she’s out of town.” She slid me a look. “You can be the videographer.”
“Um. What did you create?”
She held up the bag. “You’ll see.”
This wouldn’t be good.
I pulled up outside the house. “No, park further down,” she hissed. “We’ll need a quick getaway.”
“How are you planning to stay hidden, exactly?”
“I’ve been practicing a bastardized look-away spell. It’ll only hold for a few minutes, but that’s all we need.”
I drove further down the street and we hopped out of the car. Evie’s delicate face was hard with determination, and I almost laughed. It was the same expression she’d made when learning to ride her bike, standing up to bullies at school, and learning magic well beyond her years. Vic didn’t stand a chance.
Evie turned toward his house, and I tensed as she gave another wet sniff. Beneath her fury was a deep hurt.
“You want me to beat him up?”
“No. This is better.”
“Uh… you’re not gonna kill him, right? Cause if so, we should probably wait until dark, and I’ll need to put my tarp back in my trunk.”
She sent me a withering look. “I’m not going to kill him. I’m just going to humiliate him a little. Maybe I’ll send our little video to his friends.”
Alrighty then.
Once we were within a few feet of his neighbor’s house. Evie held up her hand and squinted in concentration. The dull pop told me the spell had taken effect.
I frowned. “Why am I going to a black witch when you can do this shit?”
She trembled, already panting as she held the spell in place. “I can only do it for a few minutes. And we’ll talk about the black witch later.”
She crept forward and I trailed after her until she was standing on his porch steps and I was waiting below her, phone held up and ready to record.
She opened the bag and showed it to me. I frowned at her, disappointed.
“A spring-loaded dick bomb? That’s weak, Evie.”
She smiled at me. “Just wait.” She murmured a few words and the shape of the package changed, until it appeared to be nothing more than a small box.
It took power to mask an object like this. My sister was wasted on spells for her coven and pranks against her exes.
Evie turned, placed the package on the doorstep, and knocked on the door. Footsteps sounded, and I raised the phone.
The guy who answered was tall and lean, with shrewd gray eyes and the beginning of a five-o’clock shadow. His t-shirt clung to wide shoulders, and he had a surprisingly lush mouth. I could see why my sister had fallen for him.
Evie slowly backed down the porch steps as he leaned down and picked up the box.
