Page 92 of Revenge is a Witch

Derek leans back with a smirk. “No promises.”

Sebastian stretches out his legs, crossing his arms. “Consider it an impossible task.”

Hazel raises her bottle in salute. “To impossible tasks, terrible pizza, and surviving another day of high school chaos.”

We all raise our slices and drinks in mock toast, laughing and settling into the comfortable chaos of our group. It’s not perfect, but it’s ours.

Town Cars

And Protection Spells

The morning after the reckoning feels like a weird fever dream. School is buzzing, and the rumors are already flying thick and fast. The fact that Kyla didn’t show up for class isn’t helping things. I overheard someone say she’s “gone mute,” but I think that’s giving her too much credit. It’s not like shechoseto stop talking. No, that’s all thanks to my little truth incantation, which she clearly hasn’t figured out how to undo yet.

Poor thing. It must be so hard when you can only speak the truth.

I smirk to myself, feeling the tiniest bit better about yesterday. Not that I wasn’t still grappling with the wholeI broke a witch’s wand and maybe crossed a linething, but let’s be real: the only reason I’m really feeling better is because Derek spent most of last night between my thighs, and that tends to brighten anyone’s mood.

Walking into the cafeteria, I can already feel the eyes on me. It's like everyone’s trying to figure out what kind of cosmic chaosI’ll unleash next. And honestly, I don’t mind. I might as well keep them guessing.

Derek and Sebastian take their usual seats with me at our table, and I can practically feel the weight of everyone's stares. Some are curious, some are just nosy, and a few... well, I wouldn’t mind setting them on fire.

“So,” I say, leaning back in my chair and taking a bite of my sandwich. “No Kyla today. Wonder why.” My voice drips with sarcasm.

“Rumor has it she can’t undo your spell,” Derek says with a grin, clearly enjoying this a little too much. “She’s gonna be mute forever.”

I shrug, not bothering to hide my smirk. “If only we could be so lucky.”

Sebastian raises an eyebrow. “It is kind of poetic, though. She was always so full of herself, and now she can’t lie her way out of anything.”

“Poetic? Maybe.” I shoot him a look. “But it’s also hilarious. Imagine having to tell the truth all the time when you’ve spent your life building it on lies. It’s like watching a soap opera, except less dramatic hair flips and more karma.”

As I take another bite of my sandwich, I see Sebastian’s phone buzz. He pulls it out, glances at the screen, and his expression shifts from calm to... worried?

That’s new.What could possibly make a vampire look like he’s about to bite his own tongue off?

I narrow my eyes, curiosity piqued. “What’s up?”

He glances at me, then quickly slides his phone back into his pocket. “Nothing. Just my mother.”

“Uh-huh.” I lean forward, resting my chin on my hand. “And this nothing that’s totally just your mother is making you look like you’ve seen a ghost because...?”

He sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. “She’s... complicated.”

“Aren’t they all,” Derek mutters, biting into his own sandwich, clearly enjoying this.

I give Sebastian a pointed look, letting him know I’m not buying his ‘nothing to worry about’ act for a second, but I drop it for now. There are bigger things to deal with. Like, oh I don’t know, the fact that I still haven’t heard frommyparents since the reckoning.

It’s only a matter of time before I get that inevitable phone call. The ‘we’re not angry, just disappointed’ routine that all parents seem to have perfected. I can practically hear it already.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure your parents will be super chill about you calling out another witch to a duel,” Sebastian teases, probably noticing the far-off look in my eyes.

I roll my eyes. “Oh, yeah, totally. They’ll be thrilled to hear their daughter publicly challenged Kyla and broke her wand. You know, thepinnacleof parent-child bonding moments.”

Derek snorts. “Tell them you’re just expanding your extracurricular activities. Adds to the college resume.”

“Yeah,” I laugh. “Because ‘witch duels’ will definitely impress the admissions office. I’m sure Yale is just dying to know how I outsmarted a narcissist with a superiority complex.”

Sebastian chuckles, but I can still see that flicker of worry etched into his face. It’s a ‘file it away for later’ kind of situation—I'll focus on avoiding my own family drama until it becomes truly unavoidable.

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