“Really? You’re letting me go?”
“Assuming this potion works, then, yes.”
“What is it?” she asks.
“If I told you what it was, then you wouldn’t know if it works or not.”
“Will it kill me?”
“Sadly no, now are you going to drink, or would you like to continue being a freeloader in my basement?”
I hand the vial to her outstretched hand, her fist clutching it tightly before she downs the amount that I gave her. I watch as she gags slightly as the sluggish potion drips down her throat. A smear of the green liquid is in the corner of her mouth and it looks foul.
After a few minutes, Clover looks around the room questioningly.
“Do you know who I am?”
“Blair,” she states. Hmm, maybe it doesn’t work.
“Do you know why you’re here?”
“Where am I?” she replies, and I try to hold back my smile.
“What’s the last thing you remember?”
“I really wanted ice cream,” she says.
“That’s right, and you bumped your head and I brought you here to make sure you were all right.”
“That’s nice of you,” she replies, and I smile and nod my head.
“I think your head is fine now. Do you want to go home, Clover?”
“That would be nice. I feel tired.”
“Hitting your head will do that to you. I’ll call you an Uber,” I tell her as we walk upstairs.
I put in the address of Clovers’ home into the app, only five minutes out, thank god. I need this girl out of my house.
“You have a nice house,” she says.
“Thanks, Clover.”
“You don’t come around the coven much.”
“The coven doesn’t really like me,” I tell her.
“Only because your mom told us to stay away.” Another ding on the side of not feeling guilty about my recent parricide.
“Here, you can stand out here. Your driver’s name is Jeff, and he drives a gray Honda Civic. Nice knowing you, Clover.” I shove her out onto the front porch and lock the door behind me. This house is eerily quiet, and I consider telling Stevie that I did it on my own and that I didn’t need her help. That her advice was shit and magic can help me solve all my problems. I don’t think so, at least I’m mature enough not to do that. What I really need to do is give Ryan this potion before he meets with Dax tonight.
I know I promised Dax I would tell him if I left the house, but how do you say ‘I left the house to poison your son with a potion so he would forget I existed so we could be together’? I don’t think there’s a Hallmark card with anything like that on it. I look down at my phone, knowing that Ryan will probably be getting to the restaurant at any moment. How the Hell am I supposed to get him to eat it?
I park my car in the parking lot of Lucia’s, just waiting for Ryan to get here. My plan is faulty and I know that, but desperate times and all that. I watch as Dax hops off his motorcycle, looking hot as fuck. I made sure to park in the corner so he wouldn’t see my Jeep. When he takes off his helmet and shakes his hair out, I almost want to come out of hiding and tell him to give me a ride and forget about dinner.
With what could be the worst timing of the century, Ryan pulls up in his BMW and parks right next to Dax and gets out of his car.
Okay, plan B. I watch as Dax and Ryan enter the restaurant. Knowing I will need to put it on his food somehow. Here’s to hoping that he orders something with Pesto.
