Page 30 of His Little Devil

I know he needed space, but he didn't even ask me to come with him. I could have moved Wells anywhere, including the small town in California which he seems to like.

Maybe that's what I should do. Load up everything in the car and head to the West Coast.

Get out of this dreary place.

He’s been gone almost six weeks now.

I’d be worried about him, if I didn’t have eyes on him at all times.

He seems to have found a friend with a young daughter. I haven’t witnessed anything romantic between them, but honestly, I wouldn’t care.

I’m still fucking pissed that he left, but he deserves to be happy. He deserves to have someone care about him and his needs. Not a silver-eyed snake that fooled us all.

I know I shouldn’t spy on him, but sometimes I can’t help it.

Since Silver ascended, my powers have been amplified, and I have been taking full advantage.

I just wish that I could see her too, outside of my dreams, but I’ve never been able to look into her future or present.

Right there, I knew it was a red flag.

But I fell for her innocence. The way she lived a completely human life. It was refreshing at times, and I thought she really cared for us.

Maybe she did at first, but Wellson tried to warn us about her and Luke. I should have listened.

A knockon the door pulls me from the riveting story I found in Silver’s room about a woman named Queenie.

She may have no magical nature, but she reminds me of Silver a little. I know I may not trust her, and she broke everything I fought to keep, but I can admit to missing her.

I miss her homemade muffins. I regret tossing out the basket she made the day of the ball.

The random songs she would sing while in the shower. I even miss her damn annoying need to touch me and push my boundaries.

Since she betrayed all of us, this house has felt empty. It’s too quiet. I need some form of chaos, but if Hazel comes sniffing around here again, the snakes will be the least of her worries.

I just need a reason to unleash this abundance of anger swirling inside of me.

I place the book on the bed and lean down to press a kiss on Wellson’s temple.

“I miss you, brother. Come back to me.”

Standing back up, I head toward the incessant knocking. I close my eyes and take a deep breath to see who is at the door and groan, rubbing a hand along my face. I place a bright, fake smile upon my lips and open the door.

“Jade, what can I do for you today?” I ask Silver’s persistent friend. She stops over at least three times a week to check on Wells and ask for news.

She doesn’t wait to be invited in, she just pushes me aside, stomping toward Silver’s room with a purpose.

I follow, wishing she would just give up. It’s been almost two months now since the night she left us for him.

Ripping my family apart and only leaving behind misery.

“It’s so creepy how much hasn’t changed, though everything has,” Jade mutters, taking in the messy bed and clothes strewn around the place. I haven’t had the foresight, or energy, to clean out her room.

I may not trust her, or be her favorite person right now, but I do have hope that she may return to us one day.

Maybe then Don will come back home, and Wells will wake up.

I just need to find the right spell or potion. So far the books are proving useless.

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