Page 11 of Wicked Witch

It’s early morning now, and I really just need a nap and a shower. As I unbuckle my seatbelt the front door opens and one of the hottest men I have ever seen steps outside.

Dark hair with a natural wave and a body that has me wanting to drop to my knees and give him anything he wants. Damn.

Opening my door slowly, I grab my bag and climb out. He looks me over, then offers me his hand with a grunt.

“I’m Adria, manager of the Roadside Motel. You must be Wynter?”

I give him a quick shake. As our skin touches, I instantly know he’s not human, but he doesn’t give me any bad vibes so there’s that.

“Yes, that’s me.” Releasing my hand he nods and holds the door open for me.

“I’ll have someone grab your bags. Let’s get you checked in. It may shock you but we don’t get many visitors here and this past week we have received multiple reservations.”

I follow him over to a small wooden counter and he types something into a computer that’s seen better days.

We made some chit-chat but nothing substantial. I’m exhausted and just wanting a bed.

Handing me a key, I give him a smile, then yawn.

“Breakfast is served at seven sharp. Mavis doesn’t take requests so if you have any dietary restrictions I suggest making a stop at the Walmart you passed about an hour back.”

“Seven sounds good. Thanks.”

“There’s a diner across the street. They usually have some good specials for dinner. What brings you here? Business or pleasure?”

Pulling out my wallet, I give him my credit card.

“I’m here to see Spells Hollow.”

“Oh, you’re one of them then. Well, hate to tell you this, but you wasted a trip. It’s just a bunch of wasteland and bad omens. Most people that go into that town don’t return or if they do they are never the same.”

I’m nodding along as he speaks and I know he can tell he’s not going to change my mind.

“I’ll take my chances. You’re not the only one with hidden secrets,” I whisper just for him to hear, and he grunts.

“Be that as it may, beware the woods and the wolves.”

“Got it. Thanks.”

Without another word, I leave and walk down the lit sidewalk to room Nine, ready for a long nap.

When I wake up,I’m stunned to see that it’s dark outside. So much for me visiting the town today.

I’d only planned to take a small nap. My stomach cramps, reminding me that I haven’t eaten anything substantial in a few days.

Grabbing my phone, I groan. It’s dead. I was so exhausted I didn’teven grab my charger from the car.

Mumbling a tiny spell, I conjure up a fast charging pad, then lay my phone on top and walk to the bathroom.

This place isn’t half bad. The bed was comfortable and it has a small sitting area with a stove.

Maybe I will make a quick trip to Walmart, just so Mavis doesn’t need to cook all my meals… Though I’m sure the diner would work too, and I haven’t checked out the gas station.

Maybe I can get a few groceries there.

When I enter the bathroom, I cringe. Okay, it looks like someone is stuck in the past here.

At least it has a shower. Even if it is inside a green bathtub. The shower curtain is plastic and covered in seashells, but it’ll do the trick.

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