Page 6 of Witch's Spark

“But, no. Nothing about Skyler. Or whatever weird association he belonged to.” She shivered.

“You don’t think the witch hunters are back do you?” Faye asked, thinking back to Reagan’s weird prophecy. Or vision, or whatever it was called. None of Faye’s family were blessed with the sight. In fact, there was only Reagan she knew who had it at all. But their friend seemed to know things. Things that didn’t bode well for the witches they knew.

“I don’t think they ever really went away,” Mia replied, busying herself with some papers that’d been left on one of the sides.

“What makes you say that?” She was curious. But also grateful for the change in subject. She hated talking about what was going on with her and Reese, and even more so now she had the redhead on her mind. Talking about something else, even if that was serious and potentially deadly.

“No one is that set up without centuries of funding and infrastructure.” Another haunted look crossed Mia’s eyes, and it was on the tip of Faye’s tongue to ask more.

“I’m back,” Felix’s voice rang out through the hall. Mia let out an excited scream.

“That’s my cue to go,” Faye muttered.

“Why don’t you like him?” Mia demanded, already getting defensive over her mate. Though she’d hate knowing that was how Faye referred to him. Mate was definitely a shifter word. Well, and a vampire one. Mia and Felix were neither. But Faye’s mate was a shifter, so the term had kind of stuck in her mind.

“I don’t have a problem with him,” she insisted. Mostly because it was the truth. Felix was fine. In fact, Felix was lovely. He’d never been anything but kind to Faye, and the lengths he’d gone to just days after meeting Mia, had solidified her opinion of him. But watching the two of them together was painful. The lingering touches and soft looks were so at odds with her own relationship of avoiding touches and pained glances.

“Oh,” Mia responded, understanding dawning over her face. “I get it. Go, now.” She leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to Faye’s cheek.

“I’ll see you on Saturday?” she asked, receiving a nod in return.

“Every single week.”

Faye joined in Mia’s light laughter. She had a point. Their parents were nothing if not creatures of habit. They had a lunch every Saturday, and expected their daughters, and their pluses, to always attend. Faye had enjoyed the lunches when it had just been the six of them, and she still did a little now. But Mia and Felix, and Bex and Fiona, made it a little more difficult for her to relax. Particularly when Reese sat beside her so stiffly as he resisted the urge to brush his hand against hers.

“See you then!” Mia called as Faye left the room, completely preoccupied by the idea of her redhead, and what that meant for her and Reese.

Chapter Five

Penny stared at the phone. She wasn’t sure whether she should be doing this, but curiosity was, without a doubt, going to get the better of her. She wanted to know more about the blonde. And wanted to know more about the person she seemed to be with.

She sucked in a deep breath, and pushed her long red hair behind her ear. Without thinking anymore about it, she pressed the call button. She chewed on her lip as she listened to the dial tone, half wanting the other person, who’d been listed in the phone as Reese, not to pick up. It would certainly avoid some of the awkward conversation they might have to have.

“Faye? Is everything okay?” The man’s voice sent a thrill through Penny, one she hadn’t experienced in years. One that she’d never really experienced with men.

“Hi, is this Reese?” she asked, surprised by how easily his name slipped from her lips.

“Yes? Who is this? Why do you have Faye’s phone?” His voice hardened.

“She left it with me yesterday,” Penny answered, her voice shaking a little with nerves. Oh damn, that wasn’t good. She never really got nervous, but talking to this man h

ad her almost shaking.

“And you are...”

“Penny. Well, Penelope, but everyone calls me Penny,” she blurted out, before cursing to herself. What the hell was wrong with her? She wasn’t normally a mess like this. Then again, she normally wasn’t interested enough in people for this. They were all great to look at and all, particularly if they were topless with hot streams of water flowing down their chests, but the rest of them? They didn’t really get Penny’s motor running. Yet this man, Reese, was. Just by talking to her as well. And he wasn’t even saying anything that should be eliciting any kind of response in her, never mind the slight tightening in her chest as he spoke.

“Penny,” he repeated, as if just trying out how her name sounded.

“Yes, Penny.” She gulped loudly, then hoped he hadn’t heard. That would be embarrassing and a half.

“And you met Faye yesterday?” He seemed hesitant this time, as if something in his question mattered a great deal to him. And maybe even to Faye. Maybe the blonde woman had talked about Penny when she’d seen him later. The thought filled her with an odd sense of satisfaction, until she realised she was still on the phone, and couldn’t be thinking about things like that. She shouldn’t be thinking about them anyway. Neither Faye, nor Reese, were hers to fantasise about. And even if they were, she couldn’t. That would mean them finding out what she was, and the scorn that would, without a doubt, follow.

“Yes,” she answered, hoping none of her insecurities showed.

“Hmm.”

Penny waited for him to continue. There was little else she could do. She didn’t know him well enough to respond to just a sound. Maybe in a little while...no. She couldn’t think like that. He already belonged to Faye, not to her.

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