Page 37 of All My Witches
Sandy’s expression was hard to read. “And that’s what you want? To let mego?”
Landon nodded. “I’msorry.”
“No, you’re not,” Sandy growled. “But you willbe.”
I really should’ve seen the slap coming. It was becoming something of a theme, after all. Sandy hit Landon so hard she caused him to rock back on his heels. I instinctively stepped forward to protect him. “Hey!”
Sandy wasn’t about to be deterred. “I know you’re to blame for this. You took advantage of his amnesia and convinced him he loves you. Well, it’s not true. He loves me. We’re going to live happily ever after. Good always overcomes evil … and you’reevil.”
“Oh,whatever.”
Sandy took me by surprise when she slapped me for good measure. “Evil!”
I held my hand to my cheek as I widened my eyes and turned to Landon. “Did she just hitme?”
Landon looked as stunned as I felt. “Are you okay?” He moved closer, pulling my hand away so he could study my cheek. “Did thathurt?”
“I’ve been slappedbefore.”
Thistle raised her hand. “Trust me. I’ve slapped her much harder thanthat.”
“Okay, well, we’re done here.” Landon put his hand on the small of my back and pushed me so I wasn’t close enough for Sandy to strike a second time. “We have to go. I’m sorry for yourheartbreak.”
Instead of issuing a threat, as I expected, Sandy dropped to her knees with an animalistic wail. “How can you do this to me? How can you abandon our love? How can you break myheart?”
“I can’t even deal with this,” Landonmuttered.
“That’s what happens when you’re a heartbreaker,” Marcusteased.
“Don’t add to thisinsanity.”
Landon was almost at the end of the hallway when Sandy spokeagain.
“What about our baby,Jericho?”
Landon’s body froze, the only movement coming from his hips as he slowly swiveled. “Excuseme?”
“I’m pregnant,” Sandy announced, getting to her feet. When she hit the ground she looked like a normal, if a bit big-breasted, teenager. This time, when she stood, she was very clearly pregnant. Like … nine months pregnant. “And you’re thefather.”
“Oh, how is that even possible?” Landon whined. “You weren’t pregnant twenty secondsago.”
“I am now.” Sandy’s eyes narrowed until they resembled something straight out of a horror movie. “If you think you’re going to have a happily ever after with your beloved Echo Waters, think again. You might not love me, but I won’t allow you to be the one wholeaves.”
“Oh, I’ve had enough of this.” Landon grabbed my hand. “Come on, sweetie, we’re done withthis.”
Curiosity kept me from strolling away. I had a feeling this scene wasn’t quitefinished.
“I never told you the truth about me, Jericho,” Sandy hissed. “My grandmother was more than just a surgeon; she was an innovator. That means she knew how to save herself when the timecame.”
Landon rubbed his forehead, resigned. “I don’t even want to know what’s about to happen. I know it’s going tosuck.”
“My grandmother wasn’t really my grandmother when she performed her first brain transplant,” Sandy continued. “She was really my grandfather, because he’s the one who transplanted his own brain into my grandmother’s body … and this was long before he told anyone about the procedure because it was untested and could’ve led to somethingcatastrophic.”
Someone theatrically gasped, although I was fairly certain it wasn’t anyone in our group. “How did he conduct his own brain transplant?” I was understandablyconfused.
“He was a genius. That means he had nolimitations.”
“That’s not really what that means,” Thistle pointed out. “I think there would have to be limitations on doing your own braintransplant.”
