Page 19 of All My Witches
“That’s creepy,huh?”
Landon rubbed his hand over my back. “It is a little creepy. I doubt they’re a dangerous cult,though.”
“What makes you saythat?”
“Well, look at their outfits.” Landon flashed a charming grin that could still make me go weak in the knees at the appropriate moment. “Dangerous people don’t wearspandex.”
“Good point.” I slipped my hand in Landon’s and turned to survey the room. “One of the soaps had a story like this. I think it wasOne Life toLive.”
“That’s also the one that had the time travel, right?” Thistle asked. “I think I kind of remember thatone.”
“Time travel?” Landon didn’t look as if he liked the sound of that. “Please tell me she’s not going to force us to go through that again. I’ve had my fill of timetravel.”
“I think soaps offer her plenty of other ways to torture us,” I replied. “I don’t think we need to worry about time travel. Demonic possession and super villains are another story,though.”
“Oh, I’m waiting for one of our stories to change so one of us is actually dating a brother or something,” Thistle said. “That’s a soapstaple.”
“Except we’re not really related, so it won’t be a big deal,” Sam pointedout.
“No, but even hearing it suggested will be enough to kill theromance.”
Landon shot me a pointed look. “If she even tries that I will lock her in her room for the rest of herlife.”
“She’s going to outlive us all,” Thistle muttered. “Plus, if you try, she’ll do something worse thanthis.”
“I’m not convinced there is anything worse than this,” Landon argued. “Still, we’re in an underground city that’s supposed to be hidden, yet it has a billboard right next to it. I think we need to find our diamond and get out ofhere.”
“I know you don’t want to hear this, but I think it’s going to be okay,” I said. “If I remember correctly, this story ended well when I watched it with AuntTillie.”
“Oh, yeah?” Landon cocked an eyebrow. “Did they ever explain how a city existed under a mountain and no one noticedit?”
“It’s a soap. After a while you ignore the bigger-picture questions and just go with theflow.”
“I’m not sure I can, but I’ll give it a shot. In fact … .” Landon trailed off, shifting his eyes toward the center of theroom.
I followed his gaze, my eyes widening when I recognized the familiar profile. “Isthat… ?”
“Dad?” Thistle made an odd face when she saw the man in question. In turn, the man who looked like Uncle Teddy flicked his eyes to us but didn’t immediately speak. There was no recognition there, which made me realize we were dealing with an imaginary soap opera character that just happened to look like Thistle’s father rather than the real deal. “What are you doinghere?”
“Do I know you?” Teddy asked, his eyes busy. “Are you new to our brave newworld?”
“Oh, geez.” Thistle pinched the bridge of her nose. “Why doesn’t it surprise me that Aunt Tillie made my dad a cultmember?”
“Why does anything that woman does surprise you?” Landon challenged. “She’s off her broom. I’ve known that since the moment I mether.”
“And yet you still got shot for her,” I reminded him. “Maybe you’re just as crazy as sheis.”
“Why do you think we get along so well?” Landon teased, pressing a kiss to the tip of mynose.
“Oh, don’t get all schmaltzy. We have no time for schmaltzy.” Thistle warned, turning back to her father. “What’s yourname?”
“FlynnWarfield.”
Thistle shook her head. “What do you do here,Flynn?”
“I’m second incommand.”
“Meaning?”
