Page 49 of Wicked Witch

Pursing his lips, he pushes his dark hair behind his ears. He needs a haircut. “I could say the same for you, Sin. Are you okay with me staying and joining this little harem of Wynters?”

“If you had asked me before if I could share my dream girl with you, I would have said hell no and fought you for her, but nowbeing here and learning about the curse, and hell even seeing glimpses of the future, I can’t picture anything differently.”

Nodding, he offers me his hand to shake, and I roll my eyes. Grabbing his palm, I pull him into a quick hug, making sure to thump him on the back a little harder than necessary.

Walking inside, I head right to the fridge out of habit. “Damn, we are going to need to fill this whole kitchen up. Three hours to go shopping? Think we should use my Costco membership?” Astor mutters, and I nod.

“Wouldn’t be a bad idea. Stock up on baby things as well. I think we should start an Amazon cart too. Wynter mentioned in passing that Mavis, the lady at the motel that dresses like some type of motorcycle club groupie, said she would accept packages for her.”

“Maybe I need to butter her up too. If I could become remote for a little while, then I wouldn’t have to quit my job. Things to consider…”

Wow, he really is serious if he’s willing to quit being a lawyer. He was on the path to becoming a partner of the law firm in two years.

“What about finding a practice in New York? I think you could commute there, or maybe Rus would portal you?”

“Hmm, not a bad idea…”

Rus shuffles in the kitchen, looking disheveled. Lucky guy. He walks over to the sink and turns the water on.

“Success! I wasn’t sure if it would work. This water is from the springs of my home. The cleanest, freshest liquid you will ever have the pleasure of sipping.”

“How? Ya know what? I don’t want to know.”

I leave him and Astor in the kitchen and walk outside. The yard looks better, but we still have a long way to go. Walking down the new wooden steps, I grab some of the yard supplies someone must have conjured, then get to work.

I’m soon joined by my brother and it only takes us a few hours to get the debris and garbage cleaned up.

Walking closer to the house, I plop down on a lawn chair and open the cooler beside it. Wynter magicked some beers for us before going back inside.

Her and Rus are in the downstairs bathroom arguing over what type of wood to use for the cabinets and marble for the countertops. It’s getting pretty heated, and I know Astor is on edge as well.

I doubt Rus would ever hurt her, but they are at each other’s throats.

Something crashes inside and I’m about to run in there to make sure they aren’t killing each other when a soft moan echoes out the broken window.

“Lucky fucker,” Astor mumbles, then takes the seat beside me. I hand him a beer and sigh.

“Should we walk around or something? Seems a little weird to stay here and listen to the soundtrack.”

Astor glances around and nods. “Yeah, might as well check out our new home.”

Standing, we walk back toward the town center. The gallows creep me the fuck out. Something cool touches my arm and I shudder.

“Arnie is that you?” I whisper, and Astor snorts.

“We are potentially dating a witch, and you are still afraid of ghosts? I thought you outgrew that before high school?”

Shaking his head, he walks off toward the garden Wynter told us about.

“I did outgrow that, but now I know that ghosts are real.”

When I was little there was this woman who would hang around me. I thought she was my friend, but my parents became concerned when I was constantly talking to air. I saw a therapist who claimed it was an imaginary friend, but I continued to see her until I was almost fifteen-years-old.

I told people that I no longer did, but the truth is she was still around, hovering at times. She wasn’t scary and didn’t seem to die in some gruesome way, so her corporeal form didn’t frighten me or anything.

It was just unnerving that I saw a ghost at all.

She was nice. Liked to sing me songs and tell me stories at bedtime.

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