Page 35 of Twisted Fates
“Ugh, you are no fun, Owen. You get to sleep with the hunky wizard. At the very least, you should let me play with him.”
I cocked my eyebrow and wondered if I could somehow zap him back, but my powers immediately shut down the idea. There are a lot of differences between a wizard and a witch. They aren’t powerful enough to worry about keeping everything locked down. On the other hand, I apparently had to watch my every move when it came to magic.
As the epiphany came to me, I sighed and, reaching over, took several of Cary’s potato chips instead. When he cocked an eyebrow at me, I shrugged. “I can’t zap you back, so I decided petty theft would be myrevenge.”
Cary stared at me for a few seconds and burst out laughing. “Oh, I like you, wizard. Okay, so when are you two tying the knot, and can I be the flower girl?”
The rest of the meal was like that, and secretly, I couldn’t wait to get Molly and Cary together. Would I regret that for the rest of my life? Oh yeah, because they were going to be impossible together. Not to mention what would happen if Molly ever figured out that Cary was an actual, honest-to-goodness witch. Ugh, maybe I shouldn’t introduce them.
My phone buzzed, and instinctively, I knew it was the devil I’d just been thinking of. “Hey stranger, about time you called me.”
“Phones work both ways, butch,” she said, using my nickname since she said I wasn’t gay acting enough, whatever that meant, to be a bitch.
“Whatever,” I replied like I always did. “Where’ve you been? I want you to have dinner with Owen, me, and maybe even my new friend, Cary.”
Cary’s eye went up, and I could see mischief pouring out of him. At that moment, he looked a hell of a lot more like an imp than a witch. I’d have to ponder that one a bit.
“I’ve been so busy with work, but I told my boss that if she didn’t pull back, I’d quit, so I’ve got some time. What about tonight?”
I closed my eyes to see if I could contact Orville in my mind. Of course, I did, which was awesome.
“Orville, would it be possible to bring over guests tonight?”
“Not your seance friends again?”he asked sarcastically.
“One of them, yes, but the other is a witch.”
I could feel Orville’s alarm.
“Elias never allowed witches in his home.”
“Yes, and I feel the alarm bells going off, but this one is a friend of Owens's. I’d like him to feel welcome.”
“I can’t restrict who you invite, but don’t expect him to be welcomed by the other residents.”
“Damian,” I heard Molly say.
“Yeah, sorry I got distracted. Come by the house tonight. We’ll show you the renovations and see what you think. Also if he’ll come, I’m inviting our friend. You’ll like him; he’s a witch.”
“Oh, is he single?”
“I think not on your team, even if he is.”
Cary laughed across from me as Molly moaned in my ear. “Why can’t I meet a nice straight witch? Okay, well, I get off at five and can come over then.”
“Five thirty it is.”
I closed my eyes again after I hung up and asked Orville if cook planned to prepare a meal tonight or if I needed to grab pizza because I sure didn’t want to offend the spirit if it meant they wouldn’t cook like that for us again.
“Cook only does what they want to. You should prepare your own meal.”
The curt reply made it clear how Orville felt about my having a witch over for dinner.
I opened my eyes, and Cary was staring at me, his mischievous eyes watching my every move. “Okay, well, against my, I don’t know what I’d call Orville. My resident ghost?” I said, and Owen choked on his water. I clapped him on the back and kept talking. “I’m inviting you to my home tonight, but they’re not real happy. I’d recommend you only go the kitchen/dining combo and the parlor.”
“What if I need the powder room?” he asked seriously, and I laughed.
“I think I can convince Orville to allow that.”
