Page 83 of Revenge is a Witch

Derek chuckles and leans in to give me a quick kiss on the cheek. “We survived. But just remember, next time, I’ll make sure Seb gets the chew toy treatmentbeforedinner.”

Sebastian groans dramatically, giving Derek a playful shove. “I hate both of you.”

I laugh and push open the door to the dorm, but something nags at me. I glance back at them, trying to act casual, though the question has been building in my mind for the past few minutes. “So… are you guys heading home now or…?”

Derek tilts his head, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. “What? Why would we leave?”

I shrug, trying to play it off, though my heart skips a beat. “I don’t know. I just figured you might want to… I don’t know, sleep in your own beds for once.”

Sebastian looks genuinely offended, crossing his arms over his chest. “Zaria, come on. You really think we’re not staying with you tonight?”

I blink at them both. “I mean, I wasn’tassuminganything…”

Derek steps closer, his smirk playing on his lips. “You’re ridiculous, you know that?”

Sebastian nods, moving to stand beside Derek. “Yeah, seriously. What do you think we’re doing, dropping you off like a date? You’re stuck with us.”

I can’t help but laugh a little, the tension easing out of me. “You both make it sound like I’m holding you hostage.”

Derek grins and pulls me into a quick kiss. “Pretty sure that’s what it feels like when you’re mated to two guys.”

Sebastian leans in, his voice low and teasing. “Two guys who aren’t going anywhere, by the way. So stop thinking we’re leaving.”

I smile, warmth spreading through my chest again. “Alright, alright. You’ve made your point.”

With a quick wave of my hand, I motion them inside. “Now come on. Let’s get out of this hallway before people start getting ideas.”

Derek chuckles as he steps inside, and Sebastian gives me a playful nudge as he follows. “Ideas, huh? We wouldn’t want that.”

I close the door behind us, shaking my head at the both of them. “You two are impossible, you know that?”

Sebastian leans in, his voice warm and teasing. “You love it.”

And, of course, I can’t argue with that.

I wake up to the familiar, comforting warmth of limbs tangled around me, Derek on one side, Sebastian on the other. They both seem to enjoy using me as a human pillow, and honestly, I don’t mind. It’s cozy. But as I shift slightly, they remain dead to the world, both of them clearly exhausted. Carefully, I wiggle my way out from between them, managing not to wake either of them. A small victory, considering their usual wolf-vampire alertness.

Stretching, I head over to my wardrobe, picking out my clothes for the day—red knee-high socks, my favorite red boots, red shorts, and a black jumper that’s a bit oversized but perfect for the slightly chilly morning. As I’m getting dressed, I realize I need something from the top of my cupboard. Of course, it’s too high up for me to reach or even see properly.

With a quiet huff, I stretch on my toes, fingers barely brushing the surface. Before I can even get frustrated, I hear Derek stir behind me. Without a word, he gets out of bed, walks over, andeffortlessly picks me up, sitting me on his shoulder like I’m light as a feather.

“There you go, princess,” he says with a grin.

“Thanks,” I mutter, reaching for the object I was after—a flat, black round fabric, a bit dusty from being up there so long. To anyone else, it might look like an old rag, but to me, it’s something more. Derek gently sets me back down as I hop off his shoulder, walking across the bed to the window on the other side of the room.

As I stand on the bed, practically over Sebastian’s head, I give the fabric a good shake out of the window. Dust flies everywhere, and that’s when Sebastian, who’s been watching with half-lidded eyes, smirks up at me.

“I could get used to this view,” he says, his voice still a little rough from sleep.

I roll my eyes, but a smirk tugs at my lips. “I’m sure you could.”

He stretches lazily, not even bothering to get up. “What is that thing, anyway? Looks like you’re trying to fish for spiders.”

“This,” I say, stepping off the bed and back onto the floor, “is more than just some dusty old cloth.”

Both boys sit up, intrigued now. With a quick wave of my hand and a soft murmur of magic, the flat, round fabric suddenly unfolds, transforming into a conical witch’s hat. Not one of those overly ridiculous ones with a massive brim, but cute, the way I like it. The black material shimmers slightly in the light.

Derek chuckles. “You’re seriously going to wear a pointy hat?”

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