She smiled softly.That’s really mature of them.
She eventually shared that she owned her café, and that it’d pretty much taken over her life since it opened – hence why she never met anyone to date.
O: Your café is in Newtown? That’s cool. I haven’t been there in years.
O: Is that Irish Pub still open? The one not too far up from the station? I used to go there in my twenties.
S: Yeah, but it’s not the same. They don’t really have rock nights, and instead do karaoke on Saturdays.
O: Lame. Rock is so much better.
Skylar laughed.I think so too.
A crash exploded from within her kitchen, and she let out an irritated scream as she got up.
“You better not be going through my garbage again!” she shouted, running into her kitchen to find it was much worse.
The little ferret fuck had gotten into her pantry cupboard and knocked over her jar of rice. A bag of pasta fell next, and she ran to the cupboard and slammed the doors shut.
Bumping came from the other side, along with scratches as it tried to escape. She gasped at its strength when she was pushed back, then she shoved her shoulder against the doors.
“How many times do I have to tell you to leave me alone?!”
She was shoved off-balance again, and this time she almost tumbled to the ground. For a little thing, it was super strong! It got free, to her dismay, and she didn’t have her magic monocle so she could chase it as it ran away.
Ugh! Without knowing what it actually is, I have no idea how to banish it.
Chapter
Fourteen
“I told you to watch her, not terrorise her!” Vorg yelled telepathically, observing as his pet gave a hissing roar at his little witch, then scampered up her hallway.
The scrying disc he peered into allowed him to see through Skaarvar’s eyes, and his tiny vermin paws constantly came into view as he ran. His claws tapped against the ground as he went further into her home, escaping into her bedroom to hide underneath her bed.
Dust settled on his nose as he sniffed and waited to see if Skylar followed. She didn’t.
Although Vorg was a large being, looking through Skaarvar’s eyes made his pet’s tininess more apparent.
“Return to me,” he demanded telepathically. “Leave her be for the night.”
In answer, Skaarvar blew a raspberry with his tongue. He didn’t do as commanded and eventually crawled out from underneath her bed while sniffing the ground.
He’s hungry.He was always hungry!
Rather than watching his witch, the skowl – the species name for the creature – was always digging through her trash and cupboards. Or trying to get to the sweet syrups at her workingestablishment that served dirt-coloured drinks.
Coffee? He believed that was what the human world called it.
His world had something much different, although still a stimulant.
Vorg rumbled with annoyance and shoved away from the lava-marble table the scrying disc floated above. Shaking his head, he placed his arms behind his back and began to pace.
Paced ontwohumanoid legs.
Irritation overcame him, and he peeked at the disc from afar with a snarl. His tail whipped to the side, and the ends curled in displeasure.
She hasn’t summoned me again.
