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Charlotte Jasmine Patel

Hereby released…that gives me a good idea. I grab my phone and text Gabe:

Me: Can you please send me my magic supplies? I’m not sure which box.

Gabe: When you move in with me, I’m unpacking for you.

Five boxes appear in my bedroom.

Me: I didn’t know I was moving in with you.

Gabe: Now you do.

Me: Seriously, this cocky side! I can’t move to Jackson, the commute would be too long.

Gabe: I own a home in Memphis on Mud Island. The tenants are out the end of the week, and then we can move in. The Memphis to Jackson commute won’t be an issue for me.

Me: We’ll talk about this tomorrow.

Gabe: About you moving in, of course. Good night, my love. Sweet dreams.

Me: We’ll see, and good night.

Smiling at my angel’s cocksure attitude, I light a sage bundle, smudging myself and my space. My supplies now set up on the bathroom floor, I cast my circle and light a white candle, writing down everything I don’t like about my body. Getting really specific and not mincing words, channel all the feelings of body insecurity as I chant my spell:

I forgive myself for these feelings of insecurity,

And being so unkind to my body.

Now it’s time to let these insecurities go.

Burned to ash.

Hereby released from my mind, body and soul.

I see myself with new eyes, loving and kind, and so it be.

I set my paper on fire and drop it in my fire resistant bowl, watching it burn to ash. Closing my circle, I walk over to the toilet and flush the ashes, symbolically letting go of all this shit.

Chapter 35

Charlotte

Dad’s conference doesn’t start for another thirty minutes, but he’s already on stage with the sound guy getting everything squared away. Dad insisted I come with him, and how could I turn him down, especially considering the generous stipend he gave me this morning.

Finding my place card, I have a seat at our empty table and take a look around the room, bumping up my energetic field. There’s much competitive energy here, and I’m happy this isn’t going to be my world. Call me crazy, but I’d rather be chased down the street by an angel wearing a Hawaiian shirt and white gloves any day of the week.

“Ms. Patel, this is quite the surprise.” Dr. Tom Cooper takes a seat next to me. This is the first time I’ve seen him in a suit. No one wears a suit better than my Nephilim, but Dr. Cooper does look good, I’ll give him that. And that’s all I’ll give the arrogant surgeon.

I reinforce my shields and envision spikes of light surrounding me. If the narcissist tries to take a little taste of my energy, he’s going to get impaled. Wow, that was morbid. Perhaps things have turned morbid ever since I saw my boyfriend behead an angel. “Dr. Cooper, likewise.”

“I figured you’d be in a birthing barn somewhere on a commune.”

“I figured you’d be in a closet somewhere violating HR policy,” I counter.

“There’s a storage closet just down the hall, in case you’re still interested.”

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