Page 19 of Wicked Love
“I don’t even cast twenty spells a day now!” I protested.
“Well, start! Go, Jasper!” She shooed me away.
I watched her walk away, unable to process what had just happened. Slowly, I turned and walked out of Magnolia House. I couldn’t tell if it was my imagination or not that everyone stared as I left.
The feelings from the past—no! I stopped my thoughts. No. That wouldn’t happen again. I wasn’t that person. That wasn’t my life.
I got into my car, hoping the smell didn’t get in to the cushions.
Chapter Seven
Melasina
Ifell back on the bed after I heard the front door close.
“Well, that was exciting,” I heard from the floor.
I sat back up. “You nearly blew it!” I said. “I had to cover for you when you made noise.”
“Something hit me!” Zelda shot back. “What was I supposed to do, be quiet?”
“Yes! It’s not like you have a body anymore!”
“I have a skull. If it gets broken, I’m done for,” she said.
“You know that for sure?” I asked.
“Yes,chéri, I do.” There was no doubt in her voice. “Now please take me out of the bag.”
I’d had to leave Zelda in the bag to get the bodies back to St. Louis No. 1 cemetery. I’d needed her help to float them along under a concealment spell. It didn’t sound like much, but it was a difficult piece of spell work to not only transport, but hide something at the same time.
We’d gotten them back, though, and apparently, just in time. I’d heard Jasper on the phone. They’d found the bodies.
I got up and threw on my tee shirt and shorts again. “Thank Goddess we moved them back,” I said, taking Zelda out of the bag.
She sniffed. “Good thing you’re decent again. I take it that you don’t intend to marry that young man,” she said.
“What are you talking about?”
“In my day, those sorts of relations were for those who married, or those about to get married. But I’m guessing that may not be the case, since you let him walk out of here without a single promise,” Zelda said.
“Things are a little different,” I agreed, smiling. “Besides, you didn’t see anything, Zelda.”
“I might be old, and lacking a body, but I know what I heard. And yes, things are different, but not for the better!” she shot back.
“I want to marry someone I love,” I said. “But that’s not a guarantee.”
Zelda snorted. “Love. What does that do, other than make people take foolish steps?”
“Well, if you married for love, maybe they wouldn’t have to take foolish steps?” I asked as I carried her toward the kitchen. “I think we left dirt in here.” Looking down, I saw the dirt in a clear trail. “Shit, we did, Zelda.”
“Well, clean it up.” She was still frosty.
I waved a hand, intending to send the dirt toward the door to the back.
Nothing happened.
I waved my hand again.
