Page 35 of Wicked Witch

“Mother, what are you doing here?”

Pouting, she places her hands on her hips. “I missed you. And like I said, you haven’t answered my calls or summons. I even had the coven try to send you a message, but you ignored it.”

Yeah, because ignoring my mother is one of the greatest insults you could give to her.

“Well I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, but this isn’t exactly the city,” I snap, waving my hand around the desolate place.

Cirrus is still laughing, but at least now he’s removing the spells on the guys.

Goddess. This is such a damn mess.

“Why are you here Wynter? This place is not meant for us,” my mother mutters, staring at Arnie.

“Let me show you,” I say with a sigh and offer my hand to her.

“Ugh. I hate it when you share your visions,” she whines, and I am about to snap again.

For being an adult, she doesn’t act like it sometimes.

Taking my hand, she closes her eyes.

I show her what Corrine gave to me, how she’s gone now, and what I need to do to get the future I crave.

“How can I help?” she says when I’m done, and I can’t help but to hug her.

“Really?” I gasp. I think I’m in a state of shock.

“Yes, if this means that I can find a husband that won’t leave me and take half my money… Well it’s not rocket science, Wynter.”

Ugh, of course she made this about herself, but whatever, I’ll take it.

Turning to the guys whose skin looks a little green, I shrug.

“So, um, yeah, I’m a witch.”

Astor passes out, and Sin catches him just in time.

“I knew it,” he mutters, and now I’m the one surprised. “When you were with Erick, there was this time in the kitchen. I don’t think you noticed me there.”

“Shit. Why didn’t you ever say anything?” I remember that day. I was upset. I had a bad day at school and came home to Erick hosting a party and the kitchen was wrecked.

I’d mumbled a quick cleaning spell.

Sin shrugs, then sighs, placing Astor in a chair.

“Honestly, I thought I was seeing something because of how much I’d been drinking, but I started to notice little things here and there afterwards.”

“Wow, all these years and you never told?” I look at my mother pointedly, and she groans.

“Fine, I will permit him and his brother, but no one else, Wynter. It’s bad enough that Halee is suspicious.”

“Great, now that that’s all handled, let’s do some magic,” Cirrus says, rubbing his hands together, walking closer to my mom. She cringes when he goes in for a hug, but allows it.

“So, Mumsie, what should we do?” Looking at me she gives me the ‘is he serious right now’ stare.

I laugh and move back toward the porch. Arsen follows me into the house, and I lead him to an open kitchen. There is a dusty bay window overlooking what was once a beautiful yard.

He’s quiet, and I’m waiting for the endless questions to start. “So are you a good witch or a bad witch?” he mumbles, and I smile.

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