“What are we going to do, Blair?”
“I’ll handle it, Stevie. First things first. We both need to wear our necklaces I enchanted last summer. They won’t allow anyone in the coven to mess with our minds. Besides that, there’s no way they can do what they want to accomplish unless it’s a full moon. So, for the most part, we’re safe for now.”
“For now,” she says, glaring at me.
“If you think I’m going to let them hurt you…”
“No, I know, Blair. There are just twelve of them and two of us.”
“I think we need to figure out why they were trying to sacrifice me and make it so whatever they were after can’t happen. If not, I’ll wind up murdering them all. More than likely, they’re all scared shitless right now and will leave us alone for a while.”
“You’re so sure?” No, I’m not sure, but if I spend too much time thinking about what happened to me, I’ll spiral. Right now isn’t a time for spiraling. I need to exhaust this energy elsewhere.
“I’m sure,” I kiss my cousin’s cheek as I get up to make my way to the bathroom. “I’m going to go fuck up some people’s lives and then work at Hex for a few hours. Stay here if you don’t feel safe. The wards will protect you.”
“I’m supposed to work tonight,” she says, looking down.
“I’ll close Hex. I don’t really care. We don’t need the money from the restaurant, anyway. It’s more so to keep us busy. Especially now since I’m removing all my financial contributions from the coven’s trust.”
Stevie nods her head. “Only if you’re sure.”
“I’m sure, Stevie. Stay home. I’ll be back later.” I walk over and give my cousin one more hug before I get ready for the day.
The only thing that’s going to make me feel better is by making someone else feel worse.
I leave the UPS store with a smile on my face, around three hundred papers in one hand, and packing tape in the other.
With pure glee, I delicately place one of the flyers about every ten feet as I go down Main Street. I receive some glares, but people are reading the flyers and that’s all that matters.
Looking down at the bright yellow paper, I smile. Lennon, the bored UPS printing employee, was more than eager to use their design knowledge to help me create this masterpiece. It’s a picture of Ryan holding a kitten in one arm and a dog in the other. I took this picture about a month ago when he invited me to an animal shelter event his brokerage was holding. Except both him and the pets have laser beams shooting out of their eyes and the heading above it says ‘Ryan Fuller, Hallowsdeep’s most untrustworthy realtor. Don’t trust him around your house or your pussy.’ The laser beams from the cat’s eyes are setting homes on fire in the background. Like I said, Lennon has some serious talent.
I’m still angry about everything but, like I predicted, making someone else’s day worse is, in fact, making me feel better. The best part is I know he has an open house, so he won’t be seeing these for a few hours. Assuming that no one sends him a message about them.
Plus, I have plans for his open house, anyway. I already looked up the listing through Zillow. It’s pretty impressive. Bluetooth speakers wired around the home and everything. I looked up the family online, the dumbasses use their dogs name as the password. So gaining access isn’t difficult.
I continue my leisurely pace downtown, taking about twenty steps. Taping a poster, twenty steps, and another poster. I must exude don’t fuck with me energy, because no one stops me. I even saw Sheriff Clemons drive past. He shook his head but just kept driving. A wise choice, old man.
After an hour of plastering Hallowsdeep with the beautiful yellow flyers, I finally get in my Jeep and drive to the next destination. 7884 Marrow Way, the next stop on my plan to make Ryan’s life a living Hell. Checking my watch, it’s almost three and the open house is full of at least four different couples. I take this opportunity to walk into the home, connecting my iPhone and playing the second recording.
The sound blasts throughout the house. Clover’s wretched voice echoes around the house first.
“She’s a huge bitch. It surprised me you were dating.” I look to my left and the woman literally clutches her pearls and grabs her husband’s hand to leave the home. To me it just looks like Ryan’s commission flying out the front door. A realtor is nothing without his reputation.
“Like I said, babe, she’s not the one I want. I want your sweet, tight pussy. Not some washed up slut.” Then it’s the crinkling of paper and loud moans. I don’t see Ryan yet, but I just let the sound play repeatedly. The recording starts again, and I can’t help but to be proud of how creative I’ve gotten with my magicless revenge. I’ve done nothing that could get me in trouble with the council. Human laws might be another story, but I couldn’t care less.
“This is the most unprofessional showing I’ve ever been to,” a woman screeches and that’s when I see Ryan. He’s at the audio panel, trying to figure out how to turn the sound off. Not knowing the sound is spelled and no matter what he does, it won’t turn off.
It’s at that moment he sees me, and his face falls completely.
“Blair, I can explain.” He looks around as his potential homebuyers leave the home, his hand raking through his hair in frustration. I see Ryan clearer than ever before. He cares too much about what people think. While I don’t feel like he hid me away, he definitely didn’t parade me around as if he was proud to be with me. I look at him now and he’s no comparison to his father, looks or otherwise. A simple human man who has nothing to offer me.
“No need, Ryan. The audio is very clear. I’m a bitch, and Clover has a sweet pussy. Does she peg you like I do, Ryan?” His face flushes, and he looks around the room in a bigger panic. “What would the conservative pricks of Hallowsdeep think if they knew their favorite realtor loved being pegged while his cock was caged?” I flick a non-existent piece of lint off my shoulder. I’m not ashamed of what Ryan and I did as consenting adults. I might be a bitch, but I wouldn’t use that against him for my revenge. I know it’s just him and me in this room and he cares more about his image than anything. He cares more about how people perceive a man being dominated over caring about a man’s prostate.
“Blair, did you do this?” Now he looks angry.
“You sent these audio clips straight to my phone. It seemed appropriate to show your clients what kind of man you are.”
“Blair, how could you do something so cruel?”
