Page 41 of Bewitching the Dragon
Pacey pursed her lips. “Yes.”
“What were those guys? The ones who knocked me out and took Sadie?”
And there was another look Pacey and Argyle shared.
“Dragons,” Pacey finally admitted.
Rahu had said he was from Petra’s colony.
“Holy crap, Petra is a dragon? Seriously?”
She’d had no idea. Well, obviously. But still.
“And so is Sadie? And Noah?”
Pacey nodded. “Yes, they are all dragons. Petra actually has no idea that I’m a witch. Or you. No one knew, except Argyle, until now.”
“Wow. That’s a hell of a secret. You kept it even fromme.” Whoops, some sarcasm seeped into her words. She didn’t take it back, though. Because, damn it, if they had hidden this for her entire life, what else were they hiding?
“I feel like I’m twenty-five years behind the eight ball,” Becca said. “Like I’m never going to catch up.”
“You will,” Pacey said, patting her hand. “You’re a brilliant person, and, like I said, you have amazing stores of magic. Mostly, it’s just learning how to harness it and make it do what you want.”
“Like summoning someone to help me.”
Pacey glanced at Argyle and then asked Becca, “When?”
“When those warlocks popped out of the bushes, I thought about Rahu, wished he was there, andbam, he was. For a minute I thought maybe I was a genie. Do those exist?”
“In a sense, yes,” Argyle answered. “They are witches from the Far East. Distant relatives, I suppose you’d say. And, no, they do not live in bottles.” He paused and glanced at the ceiling. “Actually, I know of at least one who does live in a glass bottle. He says it’s quite comfortable and helps to avoid door-to-door salesmen.”
“Maybe I need to learn how to shrink myself so I can fit into a bottle,” Becca said. “That way I can avoid the warlocks." She shook her head. “This is a lot to take in.”
“That’s why we didn’t want to tell you,” Pacey said. “We’d hoped you’d be less reckless if you didn’t know.”
“Or more careful if I did,” Becca snapped.
Neither of them responded to that.
“Oh my God, could you two please stop sharing those stupid, secretive looks?”
Pacey broke eye contact with Argyle and gulped her wine.
Becca’s hands flared, both of them, and the light bulb in the lamp exploded. “Oh shit!” She jumped out of her seat and bounced around, shaking her hands, like that would somehow calm her magic down.
With a sweep of her hand, Pacey made the broken bits of glass disappear.
“I managed to make glass move out of my way earlier,” Becca said. “But I didn’t know I could make it disappear.”
“I didn’t, I just sent it to the trash,” Pacey explained. “You can displace objects, but you cannot actually make them disappear.”
Too bad, because for a moment, she’d thought maybe she could make those warlocks disappear. Or maybe, as an alternative, she could secure them in glass bottles in the middle of a desert.
Hmm. Not a bad idea.
Except the bad guys always managed to figure out a way to get the genie out of the bottle, so never mind.
Argyle turned on the floor lamp and said, “Rebecca, you are the only one who can defeat the warlocks.”
