Page 63 of All My Witches
“Maybe we can get you anothershirt.”
Landon didn’t look happy at the prospect. “Keep it up.” He lifted his eyes to Chief Terry’s face. “What’snext?”
“I don’t know. I can’t go withyou.”
“Why?”
“You’ll see. I’m not part of that story,” Chief Terry explained, his eyes snagging with mine. Even though he was supposed to be a vampire – sure, he was a weak and weird vampire, but a bloodsucker all the same – he looked almost fond when he tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear. “I’m sorry you can’t stay. You’d make an excellentminion.”
It should’ve been an insult, but my insides warmed all the same. “That’s probably the nicest thing anyone has said to me since I got to this insaneworld.”
“Hey, I’ve told you that I love you at least three times,” Landoncomplained.
“You know what I mean.” I instinctively gripped Chief Terry’s hand, marveling at its coolness. “Why do you think she showed you to us atall?”
Chief Terry was confused. “Who?”
“Aunt Tillie. I mean, Alexis Kane. Why do you think she led us to you? You know she did that,right?”
Chief Terry shrugged. “I have no idea. Alexis does what she wants, when she wants and how she wants. She’s all knowing, all powerful and the one person in this world Ifear.”
“That definitely sounds like something that she would make you say,” Landonsaid.
I gave Chief Terry’s hand a squeeze and then released it. “I’ll make sure the real you knows she made you say that. You might want to get a little retribution for thatone.”
“Okay. I’m sorry you’re not myminion.”
I cracked a smile. “I’m kind of sorry I didn’t get to be a vampire for a bit,too.”
Wow! There’s something I thought I would never say, let alonemean.
LANDONAND I LANDED INa church vestibule on the other side of the door. There was no sign of the others, but the woman who notified us about the gift shop stood in the center of the room with aclipboard.
“This is … extravagant,” Landon noted as he stared at the ceiling. “This is a big freakingchurch.”
“It is,” I agreed. “I wonder why we’rehere.”
“You’re here for your wedding, of course,” the woman said. “Now … come along. We’re behind schedule already. You need to get dressed andready.”
I was dumbfounded. “I’m sorry, but …what?”
“Yeah, what?” Landon almost sounded as if he was suffocating. Clearly the announcement freaked him out more than it didme.
“You’re getting married,” the womanrepeated.
“Are yousure?”
“Of course I’m sure. You hired me as your weddingcoordinator.”
“Oh, well … .” I looked to Landon for guidance but he seemed lost in his own little world. “You’ll have to excuse me, ma’am. I’m a little flustered. You know … nerves. Can you remind me of yourname?”
“Of course. It’s Bianca Venezuela Columbia MadagascarSmith.”
“Bianca Venezuela Columbia Madagascar Smith, huh?” I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing as I spared a glance for Landon. He looked a bit shell-shocked. “That’s quite amouthful.”
“You can call meJan.”
“Jan?”
