“Your pussy’s happy meter is at like negative two! I know you’re looking to get your pussy pummeled, your peach waxed, looking for a date with the thunder sword.”
I cut her off. “For the love of… well, whatever you love a lot, can you please stop? Thunder sword? Really? Who even says that?”
“It’s better than the other ones I could’ve used like one-eyed-”
“Stop.” I cringe and laugh at the same time.
“Fine. So what are you doing? Really?”
“Nothing much. I may go out. See what trouble I can get into. You know how much I lovetheHalloween.”
“You hate Halloween. You’re just horny. Are you not using my gifts?”
“I have.” A lot.
“Oh my goddess! Have you used up all their magic?”
My brows furrow. “What? No? Why would you think that?”
“You have, you little freak toad! Damn, are you sure you aren’t a succubus in hiding? You do need a good fuck, then. Find an alabaster and see if they can suck some of your sexual chi out of you, because I’m not sure my spells can keep up with you.” She adds again for good measure, like she’s proud of me. “You little horn toad.”
“I’m not a succubus, and you know that.” I frown. For a long time, I was sensitive about my predicament because I, like everyone else, thought I was going to be something. Until I wasn’t. When most people look at me with pity in their eyes, or disgust (because I get that too), it bothers me. But when Lizzy does it, I don’t know if it’s something about her personality or her delivery, but it doesn’t make me want to punch her in the face. We are practically sisters from different misters and have been getting in trouble together since we were in our single digits.
She shrugs her shoulders and lets out a hmph, completely dismissing what she said. “So, do you want to come out with us tonight?”
“With your coven? To watch them use magic? To have the young witches look at me with pity and have the elders poke at me, begging to do just one more spell, because they’re this close to releasing my trapped fae power?” My fingers show an infinitesimally small space.
“They wouldn’t do that.”
“HA!” I tilt my head to the side and just stare at her incredulously.
She huffs, “Fine. They would, but you can ignore them and just hang with me.”
“Liz,” I pout.
“I know,” she huffs. “Fine. Tell me what club you’re going to and I will try to swing by and see you later.”
“Liz.”
“Damn it, Everlee!” Her face falls, and she stops moving around the room and stares at me.
Her sudden seriousness catches me off guard. “What?”
“I worry about you, ok?”
The words she left unspoken are,because you are a squib going out on one of the most dangerous nights of the year.
“Liz. I’ll be fine and if not, I’ll call you.”
She stares at me through the phone with restrained irritation. I’m used to it though.
The look.
It’s the same look I get from my parents and my brother every time I see them. Most squib don’t move out on their own because it’s too dangerous. But fuck that. I went to a mundane school for self-defense and learned the basics. Well, they call it a black belt, but they’ve never been toe to toe with a vampire, werewolf, or any other super.
The elders in Lizzy’s coven call for her in the background and she stares at me.
“Go. I’ll be fine,” I urge.
