She makes a shushing motion with her hands and I try to breathe evenly again. “I know, Blair. Maybe we can think of some human ways to get back at him? As long as you don’t use your magic, there’s nothing the council can do.”
“What? Like murder?” I ask, still seething.
“That’s extreme. Maybe some tire slashing. Maybe fuck around with his open houses. I don’t know.”
“It needs to really hurt him, Stevie. I need him to feel as bad as I did listening to those messages.”
“Then we will need to figure out a way to make it hurt. You stay back here for the evening. I’ll take care of the front of the house.”
I nod and continue my pacing. I need to channel this magic somewhere. It’s just bubbling inside of me, and if I don’t find some outlet for it, I’m going to burst at the wrong time.
As hard as I try, I can’t focus on doing any more accounting for Hex. I plan my revenge on Clover, instead. Since she’s supernatural, she’s open fucking season. Sure, she can take me before the council. But as long as I don’t truly harm her, I should be in the clear. The thoughts of her demise are keeping me level and not exploding this building from revenge.
Maybe I could make her pussy taste like chloroform, so Ryan will never call it sweet again. Or better yet, actually make it chloroform, so he passes out between her legs. So much for sweet and innocent pussy.
Or I could magically curse all of her clothes to have ‘traitorous bitch’ embroidered into them. Really, the possibilities are endless. They’re both going to pay.
I must be back here stewing for hours when Stevie bursts into my office wide eyed.
“You’re not going to fucking believe it.”
“What?” I say.
“Ryan’s dad is here, and he looks fucking hot.”
“And? I’m not planning on meeting him anymore.” I shake my hand at her to make her go away.
“Blair, you wanted a non-magical way to fuck over Ryan? Fuck his dad, become his stepmom and give him a son he actually loves.”
A wicked smile takes over my face and I look at my innocent cousin. “Stevie, I didn’t think you had this type of evil inside of you.”
“I’m not going to let that asshole hurt you, Blair. Plus, his dad is like, really, really hot. Come and see for yourself.”
I do a once over in the mirror, pushing my tits up in my black shirt and doing the best I can with my face. I fluff my wild dark hair as Stevie drags me beside the bar. My mouth waters when I look at the man sitting at the bar. Ryan was merely a weak attempt at creating the gorgeous man in front of me.
My ogling of Ryan’s dad is brought to an abrupt end when Lionel bitches about his drinks. My fuse was already short when I spell his stool leg to break and he goes crashing to the floor.
I spin and smile at Ryan’s dad and his companion.
“What can I get you, boys?” They both smile hungrily at me and I realize that this is going to be the most satisfying revenge plot I could have ever imagined.
“I’d hardly say we’re boys, love,” his friend says.
Now that I’m close, I can see how green Ryan’s dad’s eyes are and then it hits me like a magical brick wall. His magic is strong. It feels like campfire smoke hugging me around my limbs. My eyes widen and he stares at me.
I clear my throat. “No, definitely men. What can I get you?”
Dax downs his empty glass and winces. “Not that fucking drink again. Whiskey?” I nod and turn around, wishing I would have hiked my skirt up higher. I deviously drop a straw and bend over to pick it up, hoping that he watches the motion.
I pour him two fingers of whiskey in a lowball glass and turn and hand it to him. Our fingers touch and I swear to Hecate I feel electricity. My brow arches almost like a question to him.What the fuck are you?
“I haven’t seen you here before. Traveling for business?” I ask.
“We’re detectives, working on a case,” his friend says, and Ryan’s dad rolls his eyes.
“Oh, interesting. Is it a popular case?”
“No, sorry, confidential,” the blonde younger man says.
