And no, I don’t feel bad for her at all.
“You already did wake me up,” I mumble, sliding my hand over Thomas’s thigh. Both of the twins are in human form, and we fit together in this bed so fucking well. “But shut up so I can go back to sleep.”
“Want some help?” Gilbert asks, and wraps me in a tighter embrace.
I smile and tell him yes, but fall asleep before he can even make a move. The next time I wake up, I’m alone. I stretch out, knowing I’ll be sore the minute I get out of bed. Blinking, I roll over and pull the blankets around me, not wanting to get up just yet.
And then everything from yesterday comes rushing back. And now I really don’t want to get out of bed. I’ve hit the ground running since I found out I’m a witch, and dammit, I’m tired.
So I pull the blankets up over my head and refuse to get up until I have to pee so bad I can’t ignore it. Grumbling, I get up and shuffle to the bathroom. I grimace when I see my reflection. I fell asleep on wet hair, but the rat’s nest on top of my head is the least of my problems.
“Ace?” Gemma calls from the hall. “Are you up?”
“Yeah,” I tell her. “I’ll be right there.” I shut the bathroom door and come back into the room a minute later.
She holds up a steaming cup of very strong-smelling tea. “I made you a healing potion. I think it’s the same one you made me. Only I don’t remember it smelling so, uh, bad.”
I take the cup from her. “Thanks. Did you follow the spell?”
She nods. “Jac helped me make it, so it’s exact. And I mean exact.” She raises her eyebrows and I laugh.
“He’s pretty strict when it comes to magic.”
“He’s strict when it comes to everything.”
I sit on my bed and blow into the cup to help cool it down. “He is. And I think he’ll be even stricter now.”
“Do you think he misses having powers?” Gemma tucks her hair behind her ear and sits next to me on the bed.
I shake my head. “He never wanted powers in the first place. All he wanted was to make the world a little more peaceful.”
“He has, even though the peace is brought on through very violent killing.”
I take a sip of tea. “Yeah, you’re right. We’ve done a lot of good in the short time we’ve been together.”
“You’ll do more.”
I turn to her. “I will, because I’m going to quit my job.”
Gemma’s eyebrows go up. “Quit?”
“I can’t keep lying. It’s only a matter of time before I’m caught, and I’m spreading myself too thin trying to kill demons and be a good cop.”
“What are you going to do?”
“The same thing.”
Gemma tips her head. “Am I missing something?”
“When I was leaving the police station yesterday, a woman came up to me. She said Lyra gave her my information and that she’s being haunted by a violent ghost. She asked if I could help.”
“And?”
“I said yes.”
