Page 44 of Lunar Desires
My three spells were gone.
“No need for apologies,” Stefan countered. “Now, for the new one. Your brain will immediately register your new spells.” He waved a hand at me. “Please hurry.”
Okay, bossy boots.
I put the bangle on. It clamped shut, the join vanishing, a blue sheen passing over the surface.
The spells registered as a series of sharp pings in my head
Trip. Deflect. Hide. Those three were the standard shimmer witch bangle spells. But the others weren’t, giving me a power boost.
Taser. Seize. Blur. Freeze. Light.
Diluted versions of the proper spells, but would still pack a punch. Taser was a new invention, not derived from a grimoire.
Like glamouring.
I passed the key to Isaac, watching him replace his bangle.
“There, you are armed and ready,” Stefan said once he’d finished.
My brother gave me a look as if to say,“This prick, eh?”
Stefan stood up with liquid grace. “Please make use of the showering facilities. We took the liberty of providing you with fresh clothing. Agent uniforms, I’m afraid. But only for tonight.” God, his ominous grin sent chills racing through me. “You have twenty minutes to get ready. The car will then take you home. See you all on Sunday.”
What day were we on? Monday? Yeah. Plenty of time until we had to see him again.
“Oh, and congratulations on your son joining our ranks, Erin,” Stefan added as he strode toward the door.
“Thank you,” she answered quietly.
I’d forgotten all about Ollie becoming a witchcop. Wait. Wasn’t that tomorrow? February first?
“Is he our liaison?” I asked.
“No,” Stefan answered before leaving the room.
“Shower time,” one of the witchcops ordered. “Now.”
This was really happening. We were really under High Coven conditions. Damn. And call it a hunch, but this wouldn’t last long. I could feel it in my bones. Something would give, our presence undermining High Coven authority, and we’d end up paying the price.
Yeah, we’d see about that…
We followedthe witchcop down a corridor to a bathroom of five shower cubicles and two toilets. There were white shelves with three folded witchcop uniforms, the blue berets sitting on top, along with a pile of towels and some toiletries. One cubicle was already occupied, the glass steamed up.
I stripped, hiding my privates under a towel as I did, and took the cubicle closest to the door, Isaac taking the one next to me. He didn’t care about modesty, whipping everything off without a care in the world.
I wasn’t that brave. Well, unless it involved Drake and a bouncy bed.
Where was he? Already in the car waiting for us? In the other cubicle?
Maybe I should call out to him…
“Cheap shower gel,” my brother complained, interrupting my thought process. “Something called Arctic Spice. Seriously? Have you ever heard of a spicy Arctic?”
“Maybe things do get spicy between people on the cold nights,” a voice answered.
I gasped at the same time the water kicked on. I choked on it, getting my splutter on.
