Page 76 of His Little Devil

“Yes, well I needed some advice and I was in the area, so I thought I would stop by. I made sure to get you some essentials and your Cuban cigars, dad,” I say, handing them the bag.

My father does his weird chant again, checking the items before graciously accepting.

“You’ll join me, won’t ya boy?” he says and I nod.

My mother busies herself, making us some lunch, and I follow my father to the sunroom. He takes a seat and with a wave of his hand the wall is opened, allowing the fresh air in.

I chant some words, surrounding us in a protective bubble and he nods his approval before handing me one of the cigars. I have never been a smoker, but times like this I never turn down.

He’s being accommodating and I don’t know how long this will last. The previous time I stopped by was when we received our assignment to watch over Silver and we shared some tense words.

I left in a pissed off rage, and I’d like to avoid another confrontation if I can.

Donovan’s father is truly evil, but some days I wish I could blame my pitiful childhood on neglect and abuse. It’s much better than being disregarded and ignored while in the same room as the people who created you.

Listen, I know people handle grief differently, but when my uncle died it was like I no longer existed. I am more like a good family friend than their son.

Now that I’m older I’m used to it, but when you are a six-year-old little boy and one day you wake up and your parents are no longer present… Yeah, it fucks with your head.

“So tell me the real reason you decided to stop by,” my father says while lighting his cigar with a flick of his fingers. I lean closer, so he can do the same for me, then relax back into the chair and stare up at the ceiling, while my vision becomes clouded with smoke.

“I’m sure you’ve heard that Silver married the Devil,” I start and he gives me his entire focus. “Wellson is in some magical coma, and Donovan is missing,” I finish and can’t hold back my grimace as his grin gets wider and wider with each word I say.

“Well, this is marvelous,” he says with a clap and stands, leaving me stunned. I quickly follow after him as he moves quicker than I have ever seen him toward my mother.

He whispers something to her, but I can’t hear what it is due to the silencing spell he’s used. My mom keeps glancing at me, and she looks elated. What the fuck is going on right now?

I turn to leave, because this was useless. I don’t know why I thought that they would be able to help. When I reach the front door, I find it spelled, trapping me inside.

Mumbling under my breath I try to fight my father’s influence, but he’s not one of the most powerful warlocks for nothing.

“Oh, Jaxson, your father told me about what’s been going on. It’s just awful,” my mother says, with a fake frown, but I can’t miss the gleam in her hazel eyes.

“Now, lunch is almost done. Why don’t you take a seat at the table, and I will be back momentarily.”

Sighing, I rub my eyes and nod. Better to just get this meal over with even if my parents are acting odd.

Leaving her behind, I walk into the dining room and take my assigned seat. It’s on the opposite side of my parents about four placemats down.

They have always preferred to have private conversations while they dined.

Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I quickly check in with Myah and Kane. The latter because Wells is my brother in every way that counts and the former because if they have spelled the house I may need him to meet me here.

Heels tap along the hardwood, drawing my eyes to the sliding doors separating the dining room from the kitchen.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” I hiss as someone I most definitely don’t want to see stands before me.

Her dress is tight as if we are about to go to a club and her lips are painted a deep red. Rosina Willow Crumwell. My ex and someone I’d like to burn on a stake. “Oh, Arrow, don’t be like that. Aren’t you happy to see me?” she coos, moving closer to where I’m sitting.

I mumble a quick spell and place a force field between us. Pouting she slams into the silicone wall and growls. Her green eyes flash purple, and I know she’s trying to fight my magic, but good luck.

Even before Silver amplified my powers I was always stronger than her. She even had to resort to drugging me once, so she could use a puppet spell on me.

Fuck, I didn’t even put two and two together when we did the same to Silver. We were assholes.

Maybe she is better off with Luke. I doubt he ever used a doll spell against her.

My mother is next to make an appearance, and I don’t bother hiding the scowl on my lips.

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