Page 73 of Hexed, Vexed, & Undersexed
"Not my fault the network made you sit your sexy ass in my lap."
I try not to react to his compliment, but it’s hard, so to keep him from reading any more of my mind, I adjust slightly, wiggling against him.
"What the fuck are we going to do?"I question as soon as I settle, hoping that it will keep him from looking too hard at my very imaginative thoughts.
"Lie about where the prophecy book is."His statement makes it sound as if it‘s the simplest thing on the planet.
"Thanks, Captain Obvious, and quite clearly Mr. No-Help. I mean where the hell should I say it's hidden so that it requires some time to go try and find it?"
"Somewhere large, where it would take manpower to find."
"Salem Woods? It's close enough but would require a lot of time to search for something hidden like that. Think maybe it was buried in the centre of a pentagram rock formation?"I offer up, trying to figure out the plan before the time runs out.
It officially ticks under the one minute mark as I peek as discreetly as possible.
"Think they'd believe that?"I ask, voicing my worry.
"I don't think we have much choice, Princess. You better make some kind of grand announcement, little witch. Show off or some shit, and I'll follow suit with some mean comment or something."
"It's not like that's hard for you to do or anything, Putnam."I emphasize his last name with a hefty dose of sass.
"Shush your mouth, Porter."
"Or what?"
"I'll make you."
A shiver of heat works down my spine at the memory of the last time he shut me up—but I force it away.
"Twenty second and counting, hurry it up."
I pretend to jolt awake, bouncing on Bellamy's legs in retaliation for his demanding tone.
"Salem Woods! Mother Shipton buried her book of prophecies in a simple oak box. The tome is wrapped in a stained linen cloth inside it's container, only a couple feet within the Earth. It's in the center of a pentagram rock formation, but over the years one or more of the stones may have weathered or shifted but it's still there!" I exclaim, rushing to explain as if I know what I’m talking about is the truth and need to get it out before the buzzer.
I mean. . . I do have to get it out before the timer is done, but selling the bit is the most important part, so when Bellamy grumbles under his breath, I elbow him.
A grunt fills my ear at the impact, and his free arm wraps around me, trapping my arms to my side.
"It's not nice to be a mean winner, Princess, so I think I'll just keep you like this until you can stop elbowing me,"he counters, and no matter how much I wiggle against him he doesn’t loosen his grip.
"It's not nice to be a sore loser, Bellamy,"I admonish,"or do you just like feeling me against you?"
I regret my words as soon as I see his smirk in the corner of my gaze. With one quick toss, I’m once again in the water that filled the room. It has cooled in the ten minutes we've been on the table, and I can’t stop the yelp from escaping me when I’m submerged.
Before I can let loose the extensive string of expletives I want to at seeing his sexy grin, the water drains fully and the automated voice announces that the trial is complete.
Thank goddess they believe my lie, now to just get the grimoire and get the hell out of here.
Only, of course, it couldn't have been that easy, I seethe when we step back out onto the stage and I realize the grimoire Carter is holding is a fake.
"We officially have our winning witch of Modern Day Witch Hunt!" His tone is boisterous and filled with excitement. The sounds of clapping and the fake whoops and hollers annoy me to no end because I know it’s just a front.
"Smile, Princess, you just won. Unless you don't want the grimoire anymore… then if that's the case then I could just take it," Bellamy spouts next to me. I cock a brow and look over with a sugary sweet smile.
"Oh, baby, I don't think so. The best witch won," I challenge, accepting the fake grimoire from Carter and playing up to the cameras despite wanting to scream instead.
"Doing good, Princess, almost done."
