She squeaks and turns around. “Maybe, a few times, and maybe I didn’t call her back.”
“Stevie, you little bitch.”
“Maybe she won’t be mad. Maybe she saw me ghosting her in the cards.” Stevie shrugs and tilts her head, like she’s trying to make herself believe her faulty logic.
I can’t help it when I bark out a laugh. “You don’t have to come if you don’t want to.”
“I think we should stick together.”
“I think so too.”
“Any word from Dax?” she asks while she spreads jam on her toast.
“No, maybe I should tell him where we’re going?”
“I think that’s a very mature response. Look at you, growing up being a good little girl.”
My eyes widen, and I glare at her. “How much did you see last night?”
“Enough,” she says before she shrugs and takes her tea and toast in her room.
“We leave in a half hour.”
She garbles some sort of agreement, and I huff. Grabbing a muffin from the counter and walking back to my room to get dressed. I text Dax, not expecting a response.
Me:I’m going to North Point today. 4573 Terrace Place, just wanted to let you know.
Dax:Thank you for letting me know, babe. Sorry I couldn’t come back last night.
Me:Have you found Asmo?
Dax:It’s complicated. Call me if you need me, and stay safe. Check in with me so I don’t worry about you, okay?”
I smile down at my phone.
Me:Yes, daddy.
He doesn’t respond, and I don’t expect him to. It’s clear that even though Asmo gets on his last nerve, he cares about the annoying demon. I place my phone down and get ready for the day. Looking forward to what Adelaide sees, not looking forward to seeing Ryan. Will he be able to tell I’m fucking his dad? If you asked me a few days ago, that would have been the plan. Get under his skin. But now, I don’t like the idea of Dax feeling used. It makes me feel guilty, and guilt isn’t an emotion I’m familiar with. I need to plot with Stevie on how to make Ryan forget all about me.
But with Mara lighting a fire under my ass and our safety on the line. Ryan is at the bottom of the list. At least Heather is taking care of the employees at Hex while renovations are being done from the fight with the golem.
Honestly, as dangerous as everything has been, the amount of action I’ve seen lately has given me a new purpose, the idea of running a restaurant almost feels trivial.
We had to take a ride share to pick up my Jeep from the club, fortunately it was on the way to where Adelaide lives, on the outskirts of Hallowsdeep. Technically it’s North Point.
Adelaide’s cabin is secluded and small, you would only know where to find her if you are a part of the community. It’s a one story log wood cabin, surrounded by wild flowers that she clearly doesn’t maintain. The chimney has a plume of smoke creeping out, even though it isn’t cold out. I’m thankful that Adelaide is a nomad, if she was a part of the coven, there’s no way in Hell we could have come here.
The door opens to the cabin, and the witch looks at Stevie first before her gaze reaches mine. Her skin is a light brown and her hair is cropped short to her head. She’s wearing black yoga pants, and a cropped white t-shirt. Not the usual visual you would have of a fortune teller. But she’s the best at what she does on this coast. I just wonder how vague she’s going to be about the answers I need.
“I was wondering what time you would come,” she says.
“What, the cards can’t tell specific times?” Stevie mumbles next to me. Adelaide gives her a pointed look, and I want to poke her in the ribs. Why is she being such a little shit?
“I see you are still upset about your reading, Stevie,” Adelaide says as we both walk into the small living room. Adelaide gestures for us to sit on the cream-colored loveseat. There’s a square table with a black tablecloth between us as Adelaide takes a seat across from us. “I told you I can’t force a reading, Stevie.”
“That’s enough,” Stevie says, glaring at Adelaide. What the Hell happened between these two?
“Fine. Blair, you’re the one here for the reading, anyway.”
