Thank fuck Thorin is ignoring me right now, because I think he would have some choice words about the creature.
“He looks like he’s on his last life,” I say and Violet’s mouth drops.
She scoops up the cat and glares at me. With her standing, she looks like the powerful witch her grandmother wants her to be as her wand comes zipping through the room.
“You can be mad at me all you want, but you will not disrespect Walter in his own home. There are sheets in the hall closet, unless you’d like to sleep outside like the dog you are,” she says, pointing her wand at me.
I hold my hands up in mock surrender. “I meant no offense, Walter,” I say, a lie.
The cat bares his fangs to me again as Violet clutches him close.
“I know you don’t want to be here. I don’t want you here either, but it’s clear being near each other is what the magicdemands. This is my house, and Walter is permanent. You’re temporary,” she says.
Temporary.
“I know, I always was,” I tell her and her face falls ever so slightly.
She doesn’t respond, just flicks her wand, blowing out all the candles at once, shrouding us in darkness.
“Tomorrow, we’ll work on solving the hex,” she says as she walks up the stairs with her cat, each step creaking while she goes, her nightdress shifting and showing more of her thigh with each step.
“You’re so fucked,”Thorin says, and I ignore him as I walk to the hall and grab some sheets.
I get curious as I explore the rest of the bottom level. The place is huge, and as I suspected some of the rooms need some vast remodeling. The kitchen, main living room, and foyer seem to be the only rooms completely finished, while everything else seems to be stuck in the past.
The kitchen in particular looks a mess, like she was baking, and I wonder if she was crawling the walls just as bad as I was.
“Doubtful,” Thorin says and I roll my eyes and keep exploring.
One door won’t open, despite using all my strength, and I just leave it, taking my place on the couch.
Can a man be in the doghouse when he didn’t even want to get married in the first place?
Chapter 12
“He smells. We should kill him,”Walter seethes as he sits on my bed retracting and exposing his claws repeatedly, like he could take out the massive wolf shifter downstairs.“You shouldn’t let him stay here. It’s going to stink for weeks.”
I pull back the covers and climb into my overly large bed. I had to cast quite a few enchantments to make a mattress fit, but the frame was already here. Why my mother had such a large bed? I have no clue, but I can’t deny I love it.
“It’s just temporary. Plus, you saw how close I was to showing up at the pack compound to make this feeling go away.”
“Killing him would solve all our problems. High Priestess would be most pleased,”he says, kneading biscuits into his pillow before lying down to rest.
Thankfully, our communication is when we decide to speak, so he can’t hear my thoughts. I might not like the Moon Walker Pack, but I wouldn’t wish Silas dead.
“I need to break this hex before grand-mère finds out.”
“We’re back to my murder plot,”Walter says with a yawn.“You’ve ruined my rest for two nights now. Go to sleep.”
Walter falls asleep quickly, his eyes doing the weird thing where I can’t tell if he’s truly asleep because his eyes are partially open.
I hold my covers close to my chest and stare up at the intricate ceiling. Part of me wants to go downstairs and tell Silas everything, that I didn’t mean to leave him forever, that I didn’t have a choice. I still don’t have a choice.
Bringing up the past doesn’t matter, only in the context of how we’re going to get this resolved. I need to keep this secret from my grand-mère and protect Silas in the process. I might not like him, but I used to know him, he used to be my best friend.
Even if he hates me and the circumstances are less than unfortunate, I don’t want him facing my grandmother's wrath because of a stupid spell I accidentally cast.
The ceiling fan above me twirls, and I wonder if I should take a potion to help me sleep. When suddenly, my bedroom door flings wide open, the knob slamming against the drywall, leaving a dent.
