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“Orville, I may need you to roll me to the library,” I said as I leaned back, patting my stomach. “That has to be the best meal I’ve ever eaten.”
Damian stood and came around the table, pulling me up from my seat and kissing me. “Come on, all that moaning and groaning has me hungry for more of you,” he said, and I laughed as I followed him up the stairs.
“You know, ain’t nothing happening when I’m this full, right?”
“I know. I’m supposed to be a wizard and will be trying to cure that with my magical powers,” he said, causing me to laugh.
“Hey, eating like that followed by more sex with a sexy wizard? Yeah, count me in!”
Chapter twenty-three
Damian
Owen had to goin early to work the next day to catch up on everything he missed by coming home to rescue me from the “staff incident,” as I was now calling it.
I spent the day as I had the day before, allowing Elias to instruct me. I teased him a few times about how I felt like he was training me to be a boxer since we spent three hours focusing on where my feet were when I drew the staff.
“You can lose your balance if your feet aren’t planted firmly,” Elias instructed more than once.
Doing magic? Really, that didn’t feel all that strange now either. The staff came and went when I called it. Ghosts popped in and out of my life all the time. These things were par for the course.
It seemed like so much time had passed since it all started, since I’d walked into that magic shop and the weird man had given me the Wheel of Fortune card.
Funny I should think of that, but now I was thinking about all the symbols on it. The wheel turned, of course, but there was dark and light. Life had turned for me, but I also figured I’d been thrown in the middle of that wheel.
The real question was, what would happen when it turned again?
Chapter twenty-four
Owen
Iclosed the doorand pointed toward the chair at the side of my desk. “Okay, explain. You’re a witch?” I asked.
Cary laughed. “Obviously, and so are Mr. Stages and Mr. Harrison. In fact, so is Lemmie Sue,” Cary said, referring to our legal assistant, Mrs. Patterson. Although the name sorta worked as the woman was always talking about who should sue whom.
“Okay, so why me? Why did I get hired?” I asked.
Cary shrugged. “I don’t know. You’ll have to ask the partners, but I assume it's because of the light that shines from you. You’ve always been almost a little too bright to look at.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked and threw a paper wad at him.
“You are what we say in the business, a Goody Two-shoes.”
“Is that what they say?”
“Yep, and you’re one of the biggest.”
“Why? ’Cause I don’t murderpeople?”
“You don’t, nor do you disparage anyone. You are always kind and offer a smile even when you’re sad or frustrated or don’t want to do something I stuck on your desk just to get you riled up.”
“Ugh, do not tell me you’ve been giving me extra work to see how long it’d take to yell at you.”
Cary put his hands up and laughed. “I didn’t admit to anything, but you are a straight shooter,” he said, and this time, I laughed loud enough that he stiffened and glanced toward the door, probably to make sure our bosses weren’t coming to yell at us.
“There’s nothing straight about me, Cary, or you for that matter. Okay, so I now know there are light guardians, and from the weird blasting thing you did with the scary taxi man, I assume you are one of them.”
He nodded. “We all are,” he admitted.
