Page 8 of Warrior Witch

And then he had to open his mouth.

“Suck it up, bitch. We’re getting margaritas, then following your fucking destiny.”

Harlow

“I have a question for you, and I don’t want you to think too long about it. Just go with your gut and spit out the answer that feels right.” Addie flopped onto my bed beside the open suitcase I was staring into, contemplating life, the universe, and how I got into this mess.

I grunted, already knowing what my answer was regardless of what came out of her mouth next.

“Can I have a—”

“No.”

“—dog?”

That was a new one.

“We don’t need a pet. We have you.” I ruffled her hair and chuckled at her scowl.

“Okay, so your gut sucks. Just think about it. Coming home from a long night and having a fluffy ball of loving fur to cuddle up with… Plus, he could totally keep me and the apartment safe while you and Lindsay work your crazy hours.”

“You’ve been rehearsing this pitch for a while, haven’t you?”

“I’m prepared to make an interactive presentation if you need more convincing.”

Suddenly, the idea of road tripping into the unknown wasn’t so terrifying. I started throwing any clean underwear I could find into the suitcase.

“Oh, come on!” Addie whined. “This dog is so cute, you’d love him! He’s been walking around with me for days. One of those big, white, husky-looking things, but he’s a total softy. Definitely a cuddler.”

“Nope. Nothing you say will make me want some mutt in my apartment and definitely not in my bed.”

“But I already named him.”

“Addie.”

“Fine.” She sat up, watching closely as I moved to my closet and started pulling down jackets and shirts to pack.

“Where are you going, anyway?”

“Chasing destiny, apparently,” I muttered, debating whether my old cardigan was a beneficial addition to the suitcase.

“Cool. When do we leave? We’ll need to stop by the home for my stuff.”

Shit. She wasn’t going to like this. Tossing the cardigan in with my favorite pair of jeans, I dropped onto the bed beside her.

“We can’t take you with us this time, Ads. Between the guys who threatened me last night and the sheer stupidity of following a vision to an abandoned town, it’s just too dangerous.”

Addie’s eyes lit up, and I silently cursed myself for making the trip seem even more tempting.

“Whatever you’re thinking, forget it. I’m serious, Addison. No.”

“Ooh, you full-named me. I must be in real trouble.”

The corner of my mouth twitched, but I refused to show her how much her theatrics amused me. She’d use the knowledge for evil, and I’d never have authority over her again.

“If you stay put, I’m prepared to have another conversation about the mutt when I get back.” I wasn’t going to mention the conversation would be a repeat of the one we’d just had. As in: never, ever will we keep a dog in the house. I’d use the leverage I had to keep her safe, though.

“Fine,” she groaned, rolling off the bed and strolling to the door.

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