Page 115 of Charmed, I'm Sure
Maddie’s face paled. “Mags, come on—”
“No.” My tone was steel, cold and sharp as I met their gazes. “I’mdone. Done with the jabs. Done with the dead flowers. Done with bricks through my fucking windows. And if you won’t help me, then—”
“Mags!”
Taylor’s voice thundered through the house, and every pair of eyes snapped to the closed pocket doors.
“Mags!”
I locked eyes with my sister, seething. “How fuckingdareyou. This doesn't concern him!”
“You’re about to curse half the damn town, and you don’t think thatconcerns him?” she fired back, and my eyes widened slightly.
Maddierarelycursed, opting for phrases like ‘fudge’ and ‘cheese and crackers’. So when an expletive did fly from her lips, you knew she waspissed.
Well, baby sister, so am I.
The doors slammed open.
Taylor stood in the doorway, red-faced and wide-eyed.
“Tell me I didn’t just hear what I think I just heard.”
Taylor
“I can’t believe you called him!” Magnolia yelled, raking her hands angrily through her hair as she locked eyes with her sister.
“I didn’t! I texted Meredith—”
“She has his number! What the fuck did you think she was going to do?!”
“How was I supposed to know that?” Maddie shot back, voice rising to match her sister’s.
“Maybe if you would fucking talk to me, you would!”
My eyes volleyed back and forth between the two sisters. It was like watching an angry tennis match—or two lionesses circling each other—and I had no idea what I was supposed to be doing. Clearly, Magnolia didn’t want me here, but after seeing the numerous texts and missed calls from her sister, and getting the full rundown of what had happened, she was just going to have to get over it.
I was here—scrubs and all—and she was going to talk through this with me.
“Magnolia?”
For the first time since I’d stepped foot in that house, her eyes flicked to mine—just for a second—before shifting to her aunt, who clutched some old, fat book against her chest like a shield.
“We’re not finished here,” Magnolia damnnear hissed.
“Yes, Magnolia. We are.” Her aunt’s voice was calm, but firm. “And if I have to bind the grimoire from your magic until you calm down, I will. I don’t want to, but I will.”
With a frustrated groan, Magnolia stormed toward us. Her family stepped aside, but she breezed past me like I wasn’t even there.
“Go after her,” Madison ground out, jerking her head toward where Magnolia had stomped off.
Turning on my heel, I followed, calling her name as she slammed the screen door behind her.
“Mags, talk to me,” I said gently, stepping out onto the porch. There was a bite to the air, and as much as I wanted to wrap my arms around her, I knew better than to push.
“Taylor, stop. You shouldn’t even be here—this doesn’t concern you.” Her tone was icier than a snowball, and though the last thing I wanted was to fight right now, it seemed she was itchin’ for one.
“Doesn’t concern me? You just said you wanted to curse the whole goddamn town.”
