“I came here, and you were bored and insisted on tagging along,” I remind him.
“Yeah, well, I couldn’t sit in that shithole anymore and Kas is busy.”
“Pussy whipped.”
“And proud,” he says with a smile.
“Didn’t she lock you in a fairy dimension for a decade?”
“Yeah, but I forgave her.”
“Pathetic,” I say and he shrugs his shoulders.
“Again, why are we here?” he asks, looking at the different products on the shelves. All meant to appear like actual witchcraft, though it’s just bullshit for the mortal tourists who come to town around this time of year. With Halloween around the corner, business appears to be doing well. Apparently the shop is owned by a witch who happens to be in Blair’s coven.
“How can I help you, gentlemen?” a wispy older woman says. She looks to be in her fifties with long white hair, nearly silver-blue eyes, and pale white skin. Her wrist is adorned with a good two dozen bracelets, and she’s wearing a bright yellow maxi dress.
“Great question,” Asmo says, and I ignore him, turning my charm onto this woman. Part of my magic is the words of suggestion. I can make just about any suggestion seem like a good idea to the person I’m speaking to. Supernaturals are hard, half of them have protections against my powers. I’m hoping she doesn’t.
“I’m looking for a witch who can do a specific spell,” I say and I can tell her interest is piqued, but she treats me as though I’m human.
“Surely a man so handsome doesn’t need a love potion.”
I smirk at her. “Of course not, I’m looking for the High Priestess.”
“Oh, such great knowledge of coven hierarchy.”
“Who is the priestess?” I ask her, pushing my magic out.
“Josie Bellamy,” she replies in a daze.
“Where is she?”
“Hiding.”
“Hiding where?”
“She didn’t say.”
“Why were you trying to sacrifice Blair?”
The witch shows some surprise, but I still have her heavily under my power. “She’s strong enough.”
“What does that mean?”
The older witch goes to open her mouth when the front door’s bell chimes, knocking my concentration off kilter and ending our connection.
She shakes her head and points her finger at the front door. “You need to leave, now.”
“Aw, but I really wanted a Ouija board. Got some friends in Hell I need to check in with,” Asmo whines and the witch growls.
“Out!”
Asmo steals a lollipop from the checkout table and we both leave the shop. The loud bell ringing with our departure as we head out on Main Street.
“And I’m the one who is pussy whipped?”
“Shut the fuck up, Asmo.”
