A noise came from the kitchen, followed by a bunch of loud bangs and crashes. Carefully skirting the broken glass and managing to avoid all of it, she held the front of her tucked towel firmly as she made her way towards the ruckus. She readied her hand in preparation for casting her spell again, although she made sure she wasn’t near anything conductive.
“Whoever you are, you better–”
No one was there. The kitchen was empty.
Skylar paled at the sight of her spice rack, which usually sat in the middle of the kitchen bench, was knocked over. A jar of mixed herbs was still spinning.
Shit. Don’t tell me I’m being haunted.
It wouldn’t be the first time Skylar had picked up a random ghost on one of her walks home – witches were a beacon for them.But my protection ornaments should be keeping them out.She had blessed crystals on every windowsill in the house, and a trinket hanging from her front and back doors.
I don’t think I have any sage left right now.
Fetching her dustpan and broom, she had to tackle her first problem: all the glass.
Then she’d finally brave entering her alchemy-and-witchcraft workspace... that she’d been avoiding. It was messy with the evidence of sex and kept making her heart and pussy flutter every time she walked past the threshold.
But if she were to cleanse her house, just in case something was haunting her, she’d need to go in there.
Her lips pouted as she gave a little glare.
Mr Tentacles better not have cursed me or something.
Chapter
Nine
“So, did you message him?” Kaylee asked, sliding up next to Skylar after handing Valery a breakfast burrito. She was a regular who loved Hank’s cooking and Skylar’s macchiato to the point of obsession.
It was the quality of the food and coffee beans, which were hand-picked and mostly Australian grown.
“I’m so glad you have tomorrow off and I’ll be working with Hayden instead,” Skylar bit out playfully, cleaning the machine and sending a jet of steam out the frothing nozzle to make sure nothing was left behind to curdle.
“We both know you love it more when I work.” Kaylee folded her arms and obnoxiously chewed her gum, which helped to combat the taste of fifteen coffees – an exaggeration – the coffee-dependant adult drank every day. “Well? Is Mr Hottie nice?”
Skylar narrowed her gaze at the woman and the stain of coffee going down the front of her lavender apron. “I’m surprised you don’t know, Miss Snoops-a-lot.”
“That’s your private shit. I’m totally down to swipe for you, but your conversations are all yours. I’d rather hear the tea from your mouth than feel like I’m a third in your relationship.”
Skylar paused, surprised by her answer, and blinked like an owl disturbed from sleep.I really thought she would be reading them.It was kind of why she felt awkward about the whole thing, but knowing that did help.
“He messaged me.”
Kaylee’s jaw fell, and Skylar turned away shyly.
“Well? How’d it go?! Was he nice? Do you guys have a date planned?”
“I... didn’t respond,” she murmured.
There was nothing but silence from her friend, so she looked over her shoulder from where she was wiping down the hazelnut syrup bottle, and Kaylee’s glamorously made-up face was gobsmacked.
Her face pinched, the precursor to an oncoming whine. “What do you meeean you didn’t respond?”
Skylar shrugged. “I forgot.”
“Forgot?! You just forgot to message him? It takes two seconds!”
Kaylee chased her around the café, and even dared to go down the hall towards Hank’s domain when she went that way to escape.
