Page 46 of Spookily Yours

My sister gave me a knowing smile. “Sure. And that has nothing to do with your new mystery man, hm?”

I ignored her question, instead voicing one that had been bouncing around my mind all morning. Or maybe it had been longer than that, something I didn’t want to admit. “Luna, I… Do you believe in fate? In destiny?”

Luna blinked. “Where is this coming from?” She moved over to the mixer, where she was mixing up more frosting.

I shook my head. “No reason. Just…” I sighed.

How did I explain to her how I was feeling? Or maybe that was the problem itself—that I didn’t want to put these thoughts into words. To verbalize my fears and hopes, because then they’d be real.

“I believe the Goddess gives us the paths we can follow, but the rest is up to us.”

Biting my lip, I turned to face my sister fully. “But like…Twin Flames, Kindred Spirits,Soul Mates. That stuff. Do you believe there’s someone out there who you’re fated to be with? To fall in love with?”

She tilted her head. “You’ve always told me not to look into your future. That you didn’t want to know. But now…” Luna raised an eyebrow.

“No!” I exclaimed a little too quickly, the question clear in her face. “I still don’t want to know.” My voice was barely audible as I lowered it to a murmur. “I was just wondering.”

Luna turned off the mixer, setting the bowl on the counter in between the two of us, and leveled a stare at me. “Willow, what are you really asking me?”

“When Mom met Dad, sheknew,right? Do you think that’s possible?”

She blinked and then nodded her head. “I thinkanything’spossible, Willow.” Luna moved the spoon in her frosting bowl with her magic. “Especially in a world where magic exists.”

Maybe she was right. Nevertheless, that didn’t explain why these thoughts were running through my head.

Even if it was real, it wasn’tDamien. It couldn’t be. He was an immortal demon prince, and I was just a witch.

“Hm.” I swiped a finger through the rim of the bowl of frosting, getting a glob of the cream cheese mixture she’d made. “Yum. My favorite.”

“Probably why I make it so much,” Luna said with a smile. “There’s a fresh batch of spice cake cupcakes to frost.”

“You’re the best sister ever.” I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her into a tight hug.

“Andyoustill owe me that bar date soon. I bought a new dress that I’m dying to wear out.” She poked me in the arm.

“Okay,” I agreed. Because we both deserved to have fun. And maybe it was time I finallylivedmy life, like she kept telling me. And maybe just a small piece of that had to do with Damien. The man who had been sleeping on my couch when I snuck out. “This weekend?”

“You’re on. And not just because Friday isGhoul’snight at the bar.” She wiggled her eyebrows.

“Attire?”

“Spooky. Naturally.”

Gods, I loved Halloween time in Pleasant Grove. The way everyone got so into it, with themed nights and decor. Somehow we stretched All Hallows’ Eve into an entire month of festivities.

“I’ll be there.”

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“Where are you going?” Damien asked, leaning against the doorframe as I attempted to zip up my dress. It was Friday night, Luna and I’s big night out at The Enchanted Cauldron.

I turned to look at him, and my mouth dropped open.

Abs. Muscles. Towel around his waist.

Oh, Goddess.

My mouth went dry. I’d seen him shirtless before, even if it was in the cover of darkness andmostlyjust an outline of the ridges to his body. But this was… I shut my eyes.

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