Page 30 of Spookily Yours

“Hi, Luna.”

She had a little dusting of flour on her cheek, and more covering the pink pastel apron she was wearing covered in little cartoon ghosts. Her honey blonde hair, a trait inherited from our mom, was pulled up into a messy bun with one of her signature printed bandanas, but her smile quickly faded when she noticed the dark shadow that was still glued to my side.

Damien was frozen, his face drained of all color as he stared at my sister.

I frowned. What was wrong with both of them? “Damien, this is my sister, Luna.” I elbowed him in the stomach, hoping he would resemble more of a human, settling my face into a small smile as I turned back to Luna. “Luna, this is Damien. My… friend.”

Stepping closer to us, she held out her hand over the counter, schooling her expression into a smile. “It’s very nice to meet you, Damien.”

He stiffened, only staring at her hand and making no move to offer his own. After a moment of silence, he looked away.

“I have to go,” he muttered, turning around.

Walking out without another word to me. Luna’s hand was still in the air.

“But…” I frowned, the bell chiming once more.

Leaving the two of us standing in silence.

“What was that about?” Luna asked, turning her head.

“I don’t…” I shook my head. “I don’t know. He’s…”

We were supposed to spend the day together.And now he was just… gone?

Maybehedidn’t want to be here with me, after all. Maybe I was just a means to an end, and whatever. All those questions earlier…

I shook my head, dislodging the thoughts. At least I had my sister by my side.

“Come on,” Luna said, pulling me into the back. She filled a bowl with ingredients for frosting as I hopped up on a counter. I needed to start working, and I hadn’t even eaten breakfast yet, but I was too confused to focus on any of that.

Instead, I watched her work.

“So, did it work?”

“Hm?”

“Your spell.” She raised an eyebrow. “From last night?”

“Oh.” I was glad I couldn’t see out the window, because I knew I’d just be looking for him. “Yeah.”

“Can’t help but notice your new...friendhas the same name as your new cat.” She smirked, starting up the stand mixer to beat the bowl of frosting.

I busied myself by tying my apron and ignoring her question.

I didn’t have an answer for her anyway.

Because how on earth was I going to explain to her that I was spending time with ademon?

EIGHT

damien

What the fuck.

I shut my eyes, trying to process everything. The woman I’d come here to find—it couldn’t be Willow’ssister. Not after everything we’d already gone through. And yet… I’d taken one look at her and felt the power radiating off of her, and Iknew.

Dammit. I needed more time.

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