Page 2 of Resting Witch Face
“Hazel? What in God’s name are you doing here?”
“Getting a tan. You?” I chirped brightly and regretted it when acid filled my mouth. I would never drink again.
“Don’t be a smartass. I’m seriously asking what—” His words stopped when he noticed my ripped shirt and one bare foot, and he shuffled closer. I was pretty sure having my skirt bunched up around my hips and flashing the creases of my ass didn’t help, either. Goddess, I looked a mess.
“Are you hurt?” His hulking frame kept moving closer, sending my heart to gallop in my chest.
“No, wait.” My sudden shout stopped him in his tracks. “Stay there, Davon, you don’t want to get bitten.” Think Hazel, think.
“Bitten? What the hell, Hazel. Get away from there right now. What’s in there?” When a gun cocked, I knew the jig was up. If he saw the demon, there was no doubt in my mind I’d be in more trouble than I already was.
“It’s a dog, okay. Stay back because if you spook it, it’ll bite me. Then I’ll be pissed. Do you want that?” Where the hell was my coven?
“What kind of a dog?” Tone dripping with suspicion, his feet scraped the floor as he cautiously moved closer again. If he saw the Kishi starfishing it, not even my grandmother could cover the mess up.
“You are the one with a flashlight, Davon, so why don’t you tell me. I’m not playing games when I tell you to stay back. Look at my face.” I added an additional scowl for good measure, shuffling on my knees to hide the Kishi sprawled a couple of feet away, deep enough in the shadows not to be visible for the moment.
“What about it?” I could’ve laughed at the weariness in that loaded question, but he did stop coming closer.
“Does it say approachable to you right now?”
“It never does,” he muttered, and I grinned at him like a fiend. “This is crazy. You don’t get to boss me around after you dumped me.”
“I already parted with my right boot, and I love these boots. You wanna try the left one? I can nail you in the forehead or in the jingleberries. Your choice,” I threatened while internally freaking out. Being a bitch to Davon wouldn’t work much longer. It never did. He would do the opposite of what I told him just to spite me. I could feel it.
“Hello,” a female voice called from the entrance of the warehouse, and I deflated like a balloon recognizing my best friend Sissily. About freaking time. The demon was dazed, but he wouldn’t stay down much longer. And if he woke up with Davon here, I had a nagging feeling my body parts would join those scattered around the warehouse in jars. Courtesy of my grandmother, of course. The demon didn’t have shit on her when that witch got pissed.
“Stop right there. Police.” Davon pointed his gun and flashlight at Sissily’s face. Protecting her poor eyesight with a forearm flung in front of her, she blinked at him as if ready to say something.
“Is this your dog?” I rushed to say before she screwed me over. You never knew what would come out of her mouth. “It might be hurt, and it almost bit me.”
“Hazel …” Davon started in a warning tone.
“Yeah, oh thank goodness you found him,” Sissily gushed, overdoing it a little, if you asked me. Whatever Davon wanted to say was silenced, thank the Goddess.
“If this is your dog, Ma’am, I must report it I’m afraid. It attacked a civilian, and it’s considered dangerous.” Davon, the good cop he always was, started reading Sissily her rights while she rolled her eyes.
I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose.
“Oh, shut up human.” Her hand flicked when she had enough of his word vomit, and she zapped him hard enough the poor guy convulsed a long moment before he passed out, the gun and flashlight clattering on the concrete.
Then she turned her blue peepers my way and gave me a once-over. Although her blonde hair was smooth and all in one place, and her pen suit was sharp enough to cut a finger off, Sissily had no right to grimace at me. Someone should tell her “I bit a rotten lemon” was never a good look on a chick. Just saying.
“If you say a word I’mma boob punch you.” Pushing off the ground, I swayed, and for the second time I failed to glue the ripped silk sleeve together. “Are you alone?” It was improbable, but a girl could hope.
“The others are not far behind me. I had a feeling you’d jump right into this, so I made sure I came before anyone else. What do we have?” She sashayed closer, giving Davon a disgusted look.
“Kishi demon.” I glared at the asshole who finally stirred with a groan.
“How do you find yourself in these situations, Hazel?” Ignoring her, I was still messing with the sleeve, so with a sigh, she took her jacket off and handed it to me.
“Thanks.” Limping a couple of steps forward, I plucked it from her fingers. “And I wasn’t kidding about the boob punch. I’ll even twist your nipple until you scream if you don’t keep your voice down.”
“You do know we’re not five anymore, right?”
“What’s your point?”
I could tell she had so much to say just by the tightening of the tendons on her neck. Her throat worked, her mouth opening and closing until she gave up and shook her head.
