Page 47 of When You Least Expect It
“I’m starting to agree with you,” Abrielle grumbled.“Instead of just being happy for us and eager to see us get married, everyone’s got something to say.”
“Not me,” I pointed out.“I just want you to be happy.”
“Well, I’m pretty sure that if one more person oversteps, Mitchell and I are going to definitely elope,” she said, and she didn’t sound like she was kidding.“So, what are you calling for?”
“Lots of things,” I said, preparing her for a long talk while I prepared the bucket of water.“Firstly, Louise put a hex on me...well, I think she put two hexes on me.”
“I’m sorry, what?”
“She came over this morning, mad that I had offended her boyfriend, Jury, then threw salt at me as she recited some chant,” I told her.“Then she told me that she was going to hex Myer as well, only he was going to get a different kind of hex.”
“Why?”she asked.“What makes him so special?”
“Right?”I huffed.“That’s what I asked.”I let out a sigh as I lugged the bucket back to the front door.“She said that it’s because Jury sees him as more of a threat or something stupid like that.”
“So, what about the second one?”
“She drew a pentagram in white chalk on my doorstep and left a photo of a voodoo doll in the middle of the star,” I went on.“There was also more salt, which makes me wonder what in the hell is in salt to make it otherworldly.”
“That’s a good question,” she replied thoughtfully.
“Anyway, I need to scrub the hex off my doorstep, but I thought that you should know in case she ambushes you the next time you visit,” I warned.“She seems to be on a revenge kick for real.”
“Have you warned Myer about the hexes?”
Opening the door, I set the bucket down, then went to grab a scrubber from the garage.“I did,” I told her.“As soon as she cursed me the first time this morning, I went right over to his house to warn him.”
“This morning?”she squawked.“Louise cursed you this morning, and you’re barely calling me now?What the hell, Calista?”
Grabbing the scrubber, I said, “Well, see...when I went over there, he’d been in the shower, and when he answered the door in nothing but a towel...uh, the curse didn’t seem to matter so much anymore.”
Silence.
“Abrielle?”
“You better start talking, and I want to know everything,” she said, sounding like a general during wartime.“And I do mean everything, Calista.”
Heading back to the front door, I began to tell my sister all about our date last night, the awkward kiss at the end of the night, Louise’s crazy, and how I’d gone from warning Myer about the curse to riding his dick three times.I finished off my story with another recap of the pentagram and voodoo doll picture, and when I was done, she was silent again.
“You still there?”
“Yeah, I’m just processing,” she answered.“I mean, I’m just kind of wondering how you went from having such a boring life to...to whatever is going on now.”
“You and me both,” I snorted.“Seriously, how I’d gone from minding my own goddamn business to being hexed by a crazed sex cult leader is beyond me.Plus, while I’m pretty sure that Myer is my boyfriend, I think I ought to double check to make sure.”
“If you rode his dick three times, I’m pretty sure that’s clarification enough,” she drawled out.“Plus, most men don’t let you get comfortable in their beds afterwards if you’re just sex to them.”
“Maybe it’s because I’m a siren and am phenomenal in bed,” I posed.
Abrielle laughed.“Yeah, I’m sure that’s it.”
“You never know,” I insisted.“I could be.”
“Well, I’ll be sure to ask Myer when you finally introduce us,” she retorted.
“You’re not helping,” I informed her.“You’d think that you’d be a little bit more supportive after hearing how I’ve been cursed twice in one day.”
“You got me there,” she agreed.“Do you need me to come over?”
