Page 128 of Charmed, I'm Sure
Kyle’s smirk deepened, smug and malicious.
My teeth ground together. “No.”
“Good. Glad we could come to an understanding.” He exhaled, feigning relief. “Surely, whatever my idiot son has done this time isn’t worth all this mess.”
I let my fist drop, shoving Kyle back as I straightened my own shirt. “He’s not worth the breath in his own damn lungs.”
Without another glance at either of them, I turned on my heel and stormed past his dad, out of the house, before I could change my mind.
Kyle wasn’t worth losing my medical license over.
But that wasn’t the only reason I stopped.
I wasn’t about to risk losing Magnolia over that worthless piece of shit.
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I’ll turn him into a toad
Magnolia
“Mags,baby.Ineedyou to wake up for me.”
The soft, soothing cadence of Taylor’s voice lured me from my subconscious, and I groaned. I had no idea what time it was or how long I’d been asleep, but with the persistent throbbing in my head, it couldn’t have been long. Either that, or this migraine had every intention of lingering far past its welcome.
“What time is it?” I croaked, my throat and mouth feeling drier than the Sahara.
“It’s about nine. You’ve been out for around an hour and a half.”
Warm fingers traced along my face, gently sweeping sweat-slicked hair from my brow.
“Can you sit up for me?”
With a shaky nod, I cracked my eyes open—then immediately regretted it. It wasn’t bright, but it also wasn’t the pitch black I craved when it felt like my head was about to explode. A halo of buttery light cast one half of Taylor’s face in shadow, highlighting his sharp features and the stubble along his jaw.Mother above, the man was gorgeous.But there was no way I was going to be able to sit up. The smallest movement sent pain pulsing through my temples.
“There you are,” he whispered, a soft smile tugging at his lips. “Howare you feeling?”
I crinkled my nose, closing one eye so half the tiny fireflies dancing in my vision disappeared.
“Like an elephant is sitting on my face and a vice grip is squeezing my brain.”
“That was… vivid,” he said with a light chuckle. “I brought you a Coke and your meds. Think you can sit up?”
“You found everything okay?” I asked, pinching the pressure point between my thumb and forefinger. Sometimes acupressure helped, sometimes it didn’t. At the very least, it eased the nausea for a little while.
“I had some help.” A bemused smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he shook his head. “Those cats are something else.”
Seeming to realize I wasn’t in any hurry to move, Taylor slipped a hand behind my shoulders and helped me upright. Even with his support, the room spun, and I dropped my head forward into my hands.
“Take it slow, baby. I’m right here.”
“I don’t deserve you,” I groaned, pressing my fingers into my temples as I willed the fluorescent squiggles from my vision.
“I disagree, but we can argue about that later. Here.”
Lifting my head, I rolled my neck in a weak attempt to relieve the tension that always built there when a migraine hit. With a deep breath, I finally allowed myself to fully open my eyes.
“Hey, beautiful.”
