Page 75 of Delinquents Turned Fugitives
I wrote a simple spell; one I’d seen Tia use at least a dozen times over the years as she magically swapped out her body art. When I was finished, soft yellow sparkles fluttered through the air and landed on Evan’s left pec. A tattoo formed there—a trellis rose with sunset-colored blossoms. When his tattoo was fully formed, I wrote the spell again and gave myself an exact replica, embedding it over my heart.
After the magic had settled, I glanced over at Evan. “You may not get me exactly the way you wanted, but I’m still yours.”
His hand traced my jaw and he leaned in for a kiss only to jump backwards as the bedroom door flew open and Grayson Mars yelled, “You monster!”
I had to swallow a huge laugh that threatened to burst from my lips as all the other guys came crowding into the room, pushing Gray from behind.
“What’s going on?” Z asked grumpily.
“Is someone hurt?” Malcolm quizzed.
Andros just stomped into the room and looked me up and down, as if he could decipher what was wrong by looking at me.
Gray prowled in front of me like a caged lion. He held out his arms and made a choking gesture in my direction.
But his fury only brightened my mood. His anger poured over me like sunshine as I raised my eyebrows and said in my most innocent voice, “Grayson, what’s wrong? Aren’t you going to share with the class?”
“You know what’s wrong!” Gray said before trying to push out the door.
“What did you do?” Z asked, bouncing on his toes in excitement, amusement making him wake.
I slid to the side of the bed and stood. I stretched leisurely before answering. “I just gave Gray a taste of his own medicine. You know how he made my arms shrink yesterday? Well, I gave him ashrinky dinky. Every time he tries to touch it—” I held up my thumb and forefinger. I whistled as I made them get closer together.
Gray literally bared his teeth at me.
“Oh, and Gray? Just so you know, you can’t unravel it yourself. Yeah. I wrote in a little complication so that only one of these fuckers can unravel it for you.”
Z whooped and jumped in the air as Gray turned to stare in horror at our crew, all of whom were howling so hard their faces ranged from red to nearly purple.
“A million bucks—” Gray started.
“Not even for a zillion!” Z crowed.
Gray turned back to me with eyes of fury and I couldn’t help myself. I burst into the most girlish, gleeful giggles.
They say laughter is the best medicine. That morning it was true.
