Desperate for this thing between them to carry her away to a better moment in time.
He kissed her, and she let him lay her down in bed. Let him tuck her in.
Let him make her grateful that he was the man she was with today.
She didn’t miss Jonathan at all.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Soraya
There is no such thing as too much power.
—Rules for Witches
Mom someone is trying to get into the house.
Soraya sat up and looked at her phone. It was late, and she’d been reading a book that was in no way edifying, after having eaten excessive amounts of Chinese takeout while still trying to recover from the best sex of her life.
Seeing her oldest son’s name on her phone screen was jarring, even if it was welcome.
The message he’d sent, however, wasn’t welcome.
She was up and moving around the apartment immediately, looking for shoes, for socks, for keys, forsomething.
Then she stopped.
Which house?
The one we’re staying in. On Candle St.
Where’s Dad?
He’s sleeping.
She doubted that. He was probably sexting someone. Or maybe he had a woman in his room for a prayer session that was actually him bending her over and ...
I’m calling 911.
Why hadn’t Levi done that? Why had he texted her? Like he thought she could still fix his emergencies. Like she still mattered, which was a weird thing to think as she dialed 911, her hands shaking.
“911, what’s the location of your emergency?” The woman’s voice on the other end sounded like it was in a tin can far away.
“111 Candle Street. I’m not there, my son texted me and said that someone is trying to break in.”
“Your son heard someone trying to enter the house?”
“As far as I know. He didn’t give me a lot of details. He’s seventeen. But he doesn’t make things up.”
“We can do a welfare check.”
“Someone is trying to break into the house.” They weren’t taking her seriously because her son was a teenager, and she wasn’t there.
“We can have a police officer drive by, okay?”
“All right. All right.”
“What’s your name and phone number for a callback?”
