Page 38 of Dancing With Darkness

I wanted more.

I didn’t want to fish him out just to bury him in a shallow grave. And I certainly didn’t want him going in the dirt in the basement in the Alexander house. They didn’t need that kind of bad juju infecting the place. And their plants would probably die.

And wouldn’t that be a shame?

I felt them flank me, my coven, as the others stood back, waiting for direction and ready to offer their support when we needed it.

This is what family meant, them all being here. This is what everyone had been trying to shove down my throat for so long.

Not all of them liked me and that was okay.

We weren’t blood and that was okay too.

Family went so much deeper than all of that and this was proof.

I lifted my hands up in front of me and, once again, concentrated on the ground all around the hole. I clapped my hands in front of me and felt the ground shift beneath me.

The hole began to collapse in on itself, the dirt filling it back up again.

Rain held his hands up in front of himself and he clapped his hands.

The ground shook.

Romero raised his hands up in front of himself and he clapped.

I watched the dirt fill up the hole.

Finn raised his hands up in front of himself and he clapped.

The hole filled up entirely and there was nothing but dirt on the ground in front of me.

I looked around the clearing and my mouth dropped open at what I saw. Before, the grass had been luscious and green. Now it was dead and dried up.

The entire freaking clearing was dead.

I knew in my bones that nothing would ever grow here again.

It seemed almost fitting for the dead man's final resting place.

Life, in itself, was a beautiful thing. That man deserved no such thing.

I turned my waiting coven. “Let’s go home. There’s no reason to ever come back to this place again.”

When I said home I meant Rain’s cabin in the woods. But that really wasn’t my home anymore.

I was learning more and more each and every day that my home was with these men standing around me.

And it always would be.

14

Eat A Fucking Hot Dog

Rain

My backyard had been taken over by witches who refused to go home.

Not that I had the heart to tell them to go home.

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