Page 30 of Wicked Love
“I don’t know, Zelda! I have so many!”
“That could be it then,” she said. “Fear itself.”
“What are you, my shrink?”
“I have no idea what that is, so no.”
I threw up my hands. “This isn’t helping.”
“Then go do something else, and leave me here in peace.”
“Fine!” I shouted, stomping out of the room.
I spent the rest of the day cleaning, and I went grocery shopping, steadfastly ignoring the skull in the glass box in my office.
After I’d made dinner, and stared at the TV without really watching it, my phone rang.
“Hello?”
“It’s me, Jasper. Can I come by?”
He sounded all out of sorts.
“Sure,” I said, getting up. “When should I—”
“I’ll be there in half an hour,” Jasper said. He hung up.
“Well,” I said to the empty room.
“What does that mean?” Zelda called from my office.
I walked in to see her. “Jasper is coming over. I’ll leave the door open, so you can listen. I need to drape a scarf or something over your box. I’m sure he’d recognize you, and I’m not ready for that yet.”
“Can’t wait to get rid of me?”
“No, actually, despite your pig headedness this afternoon,” I said stiffly. “But I haven’t figured out how to sneak you back in.”
She made a noise. I wasn’t sure what she was trying to convey, but I was going with not positive. Rather than argue, I went to my room and found a gauzy pink scarf. I draped it over the reliquary, and left the door open to the office. Then I went to my bathroom and primped a little. I was hoping we’d finish what we’d started earlier today. The thought of his mouth on me, his cock pounding into me—it made my nipples tighten and my sex wet. I wanted him in the worst way.
Which wasn’t like me at all, but I didn’t want to look too closely, to question. I was afraid if I did, it would all disappear.
“Is that my worst fear?” I asked my reflection in the mirror. “I’m afraid I’ll lose him?” Jasper was such a piece of being normal. A good looking man, who wanted to be with me, like I saw with so many couples in our coven. I’d been afraid for a long time no one would want me, that I’d always be alone.
“Is that it?” I whispered. I stared at myself. Nothing happened. I didn’t look one bit different.
I cast a spell to move the dirt out of the bathroom.
Nothing happened.
I tried to pull back the shower curtain from around the claw footed tub.
The curtain didn’t move.
I cast a spell to turn off the light.
It was bright as mid-afternoon in my bathroom. The light stayed on.
“Well, hell,” I said. I finished brushing my teeth, and went to wait for Jasper.
