Page 34 of Wicked Witch

WYNTER

When I had the vision telling me to come to Spells Hollow, I never imagined it would be like this. Not only do I have a stalker Fae following my every step. I now have Arsen and Astor in my life again.

I’ve also never laughed or smiled this much in a long damn time.

Astor hands me another beer, and I take it with a smile.

“I still can’t believe you guys came all this way to help me,” I mutter, popping the tab of the beer and taking a sip.

Sin looks at Cirrus and his eyebrows are furrowed. “I didn’t know you needed help initially, Wyn. We are here because Rus told us he was getting married.”

Spitting out my beer all over Cirrus, I begin to cough. Sputtering, I try to choke out words. “Married? What the fuck!”

Cirrus laughs and stands, wiping off his face with his T-shirt, then drops to his knees and begins to serenade me with Taylor Swift, of all songs.

“You belong with me is not going to excuse how psychotic you tend to be, Cirrus. I know that we have a future starting, but I never agreed to a damn wedding. And why would you guys drive to NY for him?”

I look at Astor. I feel like I’m missing something here.

Rus stops singing, then leans in and steals a kiss. Pushing him away, I give him one of my best glares. If the others weren’t around, I would be cursing his ass.

A bird squawks nearby, and I jump. Damn that was loud. Looking around, I don’t see anything. Just Arnie. He’s been stalking Arsen all day, and I find it hilarious since he can’t see him.

“Honeydrop, you do know that these twinsies are my besties, right?” Cirrus says, and I shake my head, then laugh.

Fuck, someone is messing with me. I would find a man that I kinda like that would be connected to my painful past.

“No, I didn’t know that, but okay.” Standing, I move over to the porch. Cirrus says that he can get supplies tomorrow to fix up the house, and I’m getting excited. I guess I got lucky that he owns a construction company.

Now if only I could figure out a way to fix the earth, and the scorched circle all around these homes. A black crow sweeps low, almost hitting me in the face, then lands on the roof, staring at me.

“What the fuck,” I mumble outloud, but the guys must not have heard me.

We have been in Spells Hollow for a few hours now. Cirrus conjured up some lawn chairs, but told the others that he had them in his truck. Glancing at Sin and Astor, I wonder if it would be possible to tell them that I’m a witch.

It’s forbidden unless they are a part of your family and still the Council has to approve it and I know my mother isn’t going to make my life any easier by accepting them.

I think about the vision again and I know deep down that those three men are the ones in my future, but how?

Closing my eyes, I miss my mother revealing magic to the guys.

“Holy shit!”

“What the fuck?”

“Ah, you must be my future mumsie,” Cirrus says, and I open my eyes. The bird is no longer there, and I groan.

“Seriously, Mother!” I shout, spinning to face a scowling woman who is my spitting image. It’s all the poor unfortunate souls she devours. Keeps her young. Kidding. But not really.

“Well, maybe next time you won’t ignore my phone calls and take off to some abandoned town. Like seriously, Wynter can’t you feel the dark magic seeping out of the ground? Why are you here?”

“Magic? I fucking knew it,” Sin sputters, and I cringe.

“Shit, wait Mom!” Too late.

With a mumble under her breath, my loving mother has turned all of my guys into toads. Well except Cirrus. He counteracts the spell and begins to laugh his ass off.

“This is not funny!” I snap, then turn toward the woman who birthed me.

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