Page 31 of Wicked Witch

Parking at the pump, I leave Sin to get the gas and head for the door. There is a young boy sitting at the counter talking to a girl. I’m assuming they both work here.

“Damn more visitors. What is so damn special about Spells Hollow this week?” she grumbles, and my ear perks up. I know eavesdropping is rude, but I’m curious to know the answer to.

“I don’t care. I’m just happy we have some new blood around here and that they are our age,” the guy blurts excitedly, and I find myself smiling. Can’t blame the kid. So far from what I’ve seen of this town it looks like a snoozefest.

Walking along the aisles, I grab a bunch of random snacks and drinks. I don’t know where Rus is right now, and we don’t have any signal. Taking the stuff up to the counter, I wait for the girl,Mona, as her name tag reads to finish being cruel to the poor guy.

She can't be this blind right? He’s obviously in love with her. After she makes him feel three-feet-tall she storms out the side door and he sighs, watching her go with a dopey look on his face.

Turning back to me, he begins to ring up the stuff.

“So that will be forty-one-fifty.”

I tap my card against the reader and he laughs. “We don’t have a fancy system here. You have to put the chip in.”

Feeling stupid, I groan and do just that. “It’s been a long few days. Hey, do you know where a man named Cirrus is? He’s six-foot, blue hair, purple eyes?”

“Oh yeah, he’s the one who walked into the diner wearing ducky pajamas. Love that guy. Though we’ve never talked…”

“That sounds like him.”

“He’s over at the Roadside Motel with his girl. Check room Nine. That’s where Adria likes to put guests. It’s one of the nicer rooms.”

“Thanks. I appreciate it.”

Grabbing my stuff, he offers me a fist bump and I oblige, then walk outside to Sin.

He’s fighting with the gas pump and I have to laugh. I’m not the only one exhausted.

“They don’t have a tap option, you have to put the chip in,” I mumble, opening up the passenger door and dropping the snacks. The beer I put in the back seat.

“I was about to smash this thing,” he grumbles and I shake my head, yawning.

“I found Rus, he’s across the street in room Nine. I say we finish up here, grab his ass, then see if the motel has any availability.”

Sin grunts, finishes feeding the truck, then climbs in and starts the engine. “You could also use a shower, dude,” I mention and he glares my way.

“I’m not the only one.”

Smacking him in the arm, I laugh, grab my sunglasses and slip them over my eyes. Pulling away from the pump, Sin flips on his signal and looks both ways before heading to the motel.

I noticed two vehicles with Texas license plates. “Did Rus’s girl come with him? And if she did, why New York?” Sin shrugs and pulls up next to Rus’s truck, parking.

A woman peeks out of the curtains in the office, but doesn’t say anything. Climbing out of the truck, I stretch again and slam the door.

“I am not getting back in the truck for at least a day,” I grumble. Sin laughs and walks up to the door that says Nine.

Instantly we can hear loud moans and a bed creaking. “Seriously?” I grunt and Sin smirks, lifting his fist.

“Motherfucker, you better open this door and tell me what the hell we are doing here!” he shouts, then bites his lip. I can tell he’s trying not to laugh.

Expecting Rus to open the door and scold us, I’m shocked when not only a woman answers, but it’s Wynter Nefari. Wearing what looks to be a unicorn onesie.

Sin’s face falls and my heart hurts for him.

Fuck!

ARSEN

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