Page 26 of Heart Shaped Wreckage
Anger.
Was I an angry witch? Was that the base of my power? To be able to do anything, did I have to be pissed off? Did that work for all my emotions?
I hated questions. All I wanted were some stupid answers, but… Well, I was getting warmer. I scooted a little closer to the fire.
“You did it!” Heath laughed as he walked out of the shadows. Somehow, he was even more handsome in the light of the dancing flames.
“I got angry,” I muttered. “I tried forever and had given up, and then bam… angry flames.”
“Makes sense. Some witches are born with their powers, and others are taught. But the children usually have outbursts that can cause their powers to erupt without them meaning to. It’s caused major damage in magic towns before. But I’m glad you were able to do it because I found no flint.” He shrugged. His muscular shoulders made me quiver. I liked muscles. Had I always?
“Did you bring more wood?”
“A little. There wasn’t much. I was afraid I would have to keep you warm all night.” He laid what he had found close to the fire.
How could I put these flames out? Cuddled next to Heath sounded much better than being warm in the glow of a romantic fire. His body heat would do the trick, and I’d enjoy it a whole lot more. Even the thought of being wrapped in his incredibly yummy arms and pressed up against his massive, sexy chest was inspiring enough for me to stamp the fire out.
I didn’t. I mean, I’m not insane. But over the last day, I had developed a bit of a thing for Heath. Who wouldn’t? He was super hot and maybe the kindest person I had ever met. If he were a person… Maybe he wasn’t exactly aperson, but did I care? I didn’t think I needed to. He made me feel safe. He made me feel seen.
“I did find this?” He held up a rabbit which looked like it had been skinned.
“You caught that?” I was impressed.
“Well, yeah. Shifter, remember?”
“You can shift without the moon? Oh, wait!” I laughed. “I know that’s not right. What is that called?”
“An old wives’ tale? Most of the things that humans think – like werebeasts can only transform at the full moon, or vampires hate garlic are false. We created those ourselves and spread them. Humans love to gossip.”
“Legends!” I exclaimed, way too happy that I thought of it. “Legends are usually wrong about us. I know that.”
“I think you’re learning more about yourself all the time. You even talk a little differently since you woke up. It’s like parts of you are returning naturally. Maybe when you wake up tomorrow, you’ll know exactly who you are.”
“Do you believe that?” I looked at him seriously.
“No. I think that whatever happened to you can’t be fixed until we deal with the prophecy. Do you remember it?”
“Yeah. It’s weird that I remember it so well. I only heard it once, and then bam, the angel of the lord descended with a flaming sword.”
“That’s because those whom the prophecy speaks about cannot forget it once they hear it. It becomes a part of us – a quest that can’t be ignored. Once a prophecy is spoken about you, it must be completed.”
“Do you… uh… remember it?”
“Of course.”
“So, it is about us. I figured. But there’s so much of it I don’t understand.”
“Yeah… I figured that would be the case. If… when you need to know something, I will explain it if I can. I know I said my secrets were my own, but… With the way things are and what we might have to go through, you probably need to know more.”
“Why did that stupid cat drop us here?” I looked around the barren landscape. It was really dark and ominous.
“I assume he put us exactly where we needed to be. He’s annoying and pretentious, but he’s also very smart.”
“So, when are you going to tell me what I need to know?”
“Let’s eat. It was meager pickings out here, and this barely has any meat on it, but we have what we have.” He changed the subject.
“That didn’t really answer my question.”
