Page 94 of Power Shift
I hung up without saying goodbye.
Ash and Moira stared at me open-mouthed.
“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever heard in my life,” Moira said, fanning herself with junk mail.
My cheeks colored. “Shut up. I’m going to tell him.”
“You should,” Ash agreed.
“And if he kicks me out?” I asked.
“Then you’ll know.” Moira tapped her chin. “What are you going to wear?”
I stared down at my jeans and sweater. “Um. This?”
Moira gasped in horror and clutched her necklace. “Absolutely not.”
“This is not a date. I’m going to ask if I can use his property to help siphon magic. Mine isn’t large enough.” Eight acres was a ton of land, but my magic needed more. I could easily maintain mine and Caelan’s lands with zero issues.
If he let me.
“And tell him what you are,” Ash added.
“The rest of it, yes,” I agreed.
If I didn’t tell him, he’d figure it out. He was close already.
Tess floated in. “Are you going to wear that?”
Moira laughed.
“Dammit,” I muttered. What was wrong with what I had on? “I am not wearing a dress tonight. We’ll be outside, so it has to be a sweater.”
“I’ll follow you home and go through your closet,” Moira offered.
“Fine.” Giving in was the only way to get them off my back. “This isnota date.”
“Of course it isn’t,” Moira said with wide, innocent eyes.
A few hours later,Moira was throwing most of my clothing into donation bags. “When’s the last time you went shopping?” She held up a holey t-shirt with the Thundercats logo. “1986?”
I snatched it away from her. “That is not going in the donation bag. To answer your question, I bought that dress for Caelan’s wedding not too long ago.”
Moira stared. “Excluding special occasion wear.”
I thought about it. “Umm. Seattle, I think?”
Moira sank down onto the carpet. “Evie. That was over seven years ago.”
I rolled my eyes and flopped onto the bed. “I’m a Floromancer. We’re the exact opposite of an over-consumer. And I try not to buy anything that’s not made of natural materials. My clothing is old but still in great shape. I wash only in cold water, and I hang dry most of my items.”
Moira huffed a breath. “It’s annoying when you flaunt your environmental superiority over my head.”
“You should try it. Classic pieces that feel good against your skin and last for much longer than anything fast fashion puts out.”
Moira pulled her geometric printed top away from her chest. “You don’t like this polyester and rayon couture piece?”
I inhaled deeply. “I can feel the microplastics invading me as we speak.”
