Page 42 of Wolfsbane Hall
“Marguerite…” Everett pulled away and gripped her face between both hands. Clearly, he didn’t believe it until this moment. “Is it truly you?”
“Yes,” she breathed, a tear tracking down her cheek.
Horror sparked in his eyes. “He really…” he trailed off, red climbing up his cheeks as he averted his gaze. “We can’t, my love. This isn’t your body.” His head snapped back to her, and he placed a chaste kiss on her lips.
“We can.”
“No.” He shook his head. “As much as I want to, I can’t. Not like this. Not with her. My brother is obsessed with her. I can’t fuck his girl, as much as I hate him right now.”
“Which brother?”
Everett cocked his head. “Touché.”
Margot swallowed past the lump in her throat. “Fine,” she whined. “But promise me, you will find a way for us to be together.”
“I promise.” He nodded. “Is Cece still in there?”
“Yes, but I pushed her far back into consciousness. I think she’s sleeping.” Another crash of rocks cut into their conversation. “It sounds like the show is progressing out there.”
“Yeah,” he groaned and helped plant her feet back on the ground before he tucked his cock back in his pants and zipped them up. “Sorry about your underwear.”
Margot let out a small chuckle. “It’s not new.” She splayed her hands on the wall to keep herself from touching him again.
“Margot, love, please wake Celestine up. She needs to be conscious for this next bit.”
“Fine,” Margot said and imagined slapping the other girl awake.Wake up, mortal girl. We have a scene to play out for you.
Celestine’s mind snapped back into place, but Margot still held the reins tightly.What?
Everett cleared his throat and stepped back, hitting the shelves on the opposite wall. “Right. Well, welcome back, Cece.Time for past punishments, I presume.” He nodded for Margot to start their play.
The air between them shifted, and Margot started their scene. “We have to stop hiding this, Everett. I want to be out there with you.”
“I know, my love, and we will have our day in the light, but it cannot be today. My parents aren’t ready…” Everett trailed off as if in thought.
“Ready to accept a French maid as your wife?”
“Wife.”He smiled and ran his thumb along her jaw lovingly. “I like the way that sounds. You’re my wife.” He gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead. “I will tell them soon.”
Heat spread through Margot, painting her chest crimson as she pulled her engagement ring from under her bodice. It was looped on a ribbon, because Margot was too poor to afford a gold necklace chain. “We can’t keep this secret much longer.”
“My love, I promise I will tell them soon. But I must go now; they’re waiting for me.”Everett quickly kissed her lips before rushing out of the broom closet.
The scene ended, and Margot released her hold, going dormant in the back reaches of their mind, letting Celestine glide back into control.
Celestine shivered everywhere, and the hairs at the nape of her neck rose. Covering her face with her hands, she sucked in a breath. What the fuck did she just let happen? A ghost possessed her body and nearly fucked one of her closest friends.
Celestine was too susceptible to temptations, too weak to wrench control from the spirit clawing at the back of her mind.
Shit. I almost fucked Everett, and I definitely saw his penis. What does that mean for our friendship? Dammit, Celine. Get yourself together.
All of this was rotten, and she didn’t know how to handleany of it. Or even what to expect. Nothing was familiar, and it felt like she had a thousand tiny cuts that would eventually bleed her dry.
At least one positive thing came of that interaction—besides finally seeing how good a kisser Everett was. She had also gained more insight into her character.
Margot was a French maid, engaged to Everett, and it was areal memory. It had to be, given Everett’s response and the fact that thethingcurrently slumbering in the back of her mind was very much fucking real.
Something terrible had happened between Margot and Everett, and Celestine was certain it would play out through the show tonight. Her heart wanted to weep for Everett. One didn’t feel that much love and connection just to squander it.
