He leans over. “Do you want to leave?”
I grin. “No. I want to dance with my fiancé.”
He beams and starts to lead me to the dance floor when Nana’s voice booms over the crowd, “What’s all the commotion?”
The crowd turns to see my nana and her ghostly form sweeping into the room, all eyes on her.
And that’s when the screaming begins.
35
DEVLIN
You can certainly say that Blair’s nana knows how to make an entrance. As soon as she showed her face, that was the tipping point of the night. Not when I used Blair’s power on Storm, and not when Cathy demanded that everyone join her in the ninth circle of hell.
No, those reactions were mild compared to how the crowd responded when Rebecca slid through the wall and started talking.
People screamed. They whispered. I think someone even cried. Don’t ask me why.
Either Rebecca had gotten her hands on the invisibility antidote, or no one had bothered to give it to her in the first place.
Which is too bad because supernaturals take their ghostly wives’ tales seriously. It was only a matter of seconds before people were vanishing in whirls of smoke, making excuses for why they had to leave so quickly.
We knew the truth—they ran off to blab that Rebecca had returned as a ghost, which meant that the Thornroses were in deep shit as a family.
Old wives’ tales, like I said. They die hard in Castleview, and with witches.
The Thornroses were pretty upset with their nana. Clara looked like she could’ve killed her mother if she wasn’t already dead. There was a lot of arguing, which ended in Rebecca shrugging and telling everyone that it would all blow over soon enough.
She’s probably right about that.
Blair had already dealt with enough, so I asked if she’d like me to walk her around to the main house.
“I’d rather go home with you,” she says.
My brows lift. This is unexpected but at the same time not. “You sure?”
She drops her head to my shoulder and nods. “Oh, I am more than sure.”
“Why am I even arguing with you?”
“Yeah.” She lightly pokes my shoulder. “Why are you, fiancé?”
Her parents are talking, and I don’t think they’ll mind if I slip off with their daughter. At this point they know my intentions, and I have to say that Phillip wasn’t too surprised when I requested his blessing to marry her.
“Do you like your ring?” I ask once we’re outside. It’s cool tonight, so I take off my jacket and slip it over her thin shoulders.
She holds out her left hand, inspecting it. “It’s gorgeous. Is that a ruby?”
“Painite. Rarest gemstone on earth, just like you’re rare to me.”
She clutches her left hand in fright. “This must’ve cost a fortune.”
“Youare worth every penny and then some. Besides”—I curl my arm around her shoulders—“it gave me an excuse to buy the rarest gemstone on earth.”
She covers her face in embarrassment. “Stop it.”
“No.” I tug her hands away from her face. “You are a gem—mygem.”
