Page 59 of Witcher Upper


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I hated that, too.

Just the thought of it made me brittle.

“So does that make you a spell hunter?” he asked, amusement filling his voice.

“I’ve never seen any of these before. Not until you showed up.”

He seemed to consider that. “Maybe I’ll take up a new line of work, then. Become a spell hunter.”

I stared at him openly.

He laughed at my expression and poked a spell, sending it arrowing away. “What else have I got to do? I don’t know who I am or where I live, so I don’t know where to go. I also need to make money, so perhaps it isn’t a bad idea.”

I snorted. “You tell Dooley Hutto that he’s got spells out here and you’re searching through them, he’s going to want a cut of the profits.”

“I could give the money to you.”

His words made my entire body stutter. “What?”

Rufus gave me a sidelong glance before turning back to pluck a golden ball from the air. “You need it more than I do.”

“You don’t even know me.”

“But I feel like I do.”

I rocked back on my heels and turned my face away so that he wouldn’t see the fear in my eyes. “What do you mean?”

“I just feel that I know you, is all. Just one of those things, I guess.” He laughed. “It’s silly, I know. We’ve only just met, but you’re easy to be around.”

I exhaled, relieved. That was all Rufus was saying—that I was a comforting presence. He didn’t suspect.

“There are a lot of people who are easy to be with. But I’m surprised you’d say that, given how I was a bundle of nerves today.”

“You had a right to be.”

I opened my palm, and a magenta-colored orb slipped into it—a talking spell. Interesting. I’d never seen one of those before. You never knew when you might need a good talking spell. I slipped it in my jean pocket. It vibrated against my groin.

Great.

“My parents both died when I was younger,” I murmured.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” he said.

“My mother first and then my dad. They were both very sick and left me when I was barely eighteen.”

Why was I telling him this? Why was I revealing my secrets to Rufus? Maybe because it was a beautiful night. The stars shone high above us, and the spells were simply delightful to behold.

“What did you do after?” he gently prodded.

“Well, I went to school and got a construction and design degree, of all things. I like designing. I like building.” I glanced over and smiled. “I guess I just like it all.”

“Hmm, I wonder what I like,” he murmured.

A jolt of anguish raced up my back. Perhaps I should tell him, just go ahead and blurt it out.You like playing Frankenstein. You once attempted to steal my powers! But now you seem like a nice person, so please don’t return to those ways or else I’ll have to fight you.

Right. As if.

He sighed. “I think that’s one thing I yearn for, knowing what I used to do in my old life.”