Page 22 of Wicked Witch

She wasn’t just powerful, she was strong and fearless. I just wish she had a better outcome.

And how fucking dare Morfran curse her lovers’ families. As if he didn’t dole out enough torture.

A knock on my door pulls me from my musings. Not bothering to move from my spot on the bed, I mutter a spell to open the door.

Fuck. Magic is meant to stay hidden around mortals. The door swings open and I jump up, pretending I did it the old fashioned way.

“Oh, praise Satan, it’s just you.”

Cirrus raises an eyebrow and shakes his head.

“Naughty purple poppy. Though I have a feeling this town isn’t one we need to hide our magic in.”

“Doesn’t matter. I shouldn’t let my mind become so clouded that I forget the rules.”

Holding out his hand to me, I take it and let him lead me to his truck. He doesn’t open my door this time or offer me help into the seat.

He looks smug when I glance back at him. “See, baby, I’m teachable. You didn’t want assistance last night, so today I’m not even going to attempt it. Though I’m itching to treat you like the princess you are.”

Sighing, I laugh and roll my eyes. “Being a gentleman is fine, Cirrus, it was the trying to buckle me I had an issue with.”

Before I can even finish my sentence, he moved me aside and opened my door with a big smile on his face.

His violet eyes shine, and I find myself grinning along with him as he takes my hips into his large hands and lifts me into the seat.

“Thanks,” I breathe as he leans in and kisses me silly. Pulling away, he groans, licks his lips and backs away.

“Delicious, love, but that has to wait. We have a curse to break.”

WYNTER

“This place gives me the creeps,”I mutter as we park Cirrus’ truck behind my SUV and climb out. The air is just heavier here. I can sense all the dark magic that still resides in this town.

I still don’t know how I am to break my curse, but I do know that before I leave Spells Hollow for good, I will purge the evil. Melisande had a dream for this place and her legacy doesn’t deserve to live in a constant reminder of the massacre that happened here.

Entering the town, Arnie is there waiting for me with a smile. His coloring seems to be better today. He’s not as faded as yesterday.

“Hi, Wynter. Boy, am I glad to see you. Another woman was wandering around earlier and she couldn’t see me. It’s awfully discouraging and some of the other spirits are so mean.”

“Hi, Arnie. Is she still here? I wonder if she’s a descendant of the High Priestesses lovers like me.”

“No, she’s not, but I think she will be back.”

Cirrus clears his throat and I jump. He’s been so quiet, I forgot he was here.

“Not to be rude, my little spirit whisperer, but I can’t see this Arnie you are talking to. He’s hidden from me,” Cirrus says with a smirk. Crossing his arms, he waits.

Oh, right. I mumble a quick spell and soon Arnie becomes corporeal. He’s still dead, but now people can see him if he stays within ten feet of me that is.

“Ah, you must be Arnie. Great to meet you. Sorry about the whole being dead thing.”

“Wow, how did you do that?” Arnie looks at me and if he could cry, I’d swear he would have tears in his eyes.

“Just a simple spell. It’s not permanent so don’t get any ideas about taking off.”

“I can’t leave. There is something trapping me here in the town square. The furthest I can go is to the homes surrounding the circle.”

I nod because that makes sense. If the Sorcerer's hold is still on this town, it would make sense as to why all of these spirits seem trapped.

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