Page 40 of Spellbound
Felix shook his head. “Probably Eric. He’s always getting into my liquor.”
“It was Craig,” I said, tattling unapologetically. “He also threw up all over Edmund’s rug—oh, and tried to make out with me and Nai found us. Now she thinks I came onto him, which I did not and would not.”
He blew out a whistle, leaning back in the wood chair. “Seems I missed all the good drama.”
Felix flexed his fingers. “I will see to it Craig is punished.”
I glanced at the book. “That’s amazing, what you found.”
“I will let Edmund know. Go sleep it off, Elle.”
I pressed my lips together. “Right.”
I moved to the door and heard Maddox whispering to Felix. “There will be more murders yet. If I’m right, then the intricate tracing spell we were doing wouldn’t have helped. The amount of blood needed to keep the strength of this type of cloaking spell up is astronomical. It only makes you wonder what the person is so desperate to hide they’d kill this many people.”
“Or,” Felix said, “they enjoy killing, and the spell only helps them continue.”
His last sentence sent a shiver down my spine. “I’m going to bed,” I said, although I had no idea where bed was. I clicked the door shut behind me and walked up the hall. The sofa it was.
I was surprised to see Viktor still awake, sitting in the living room where discarded cards covered the rug.
“Did you find her?”
“Hmm? Oh, Nai. She’s in my room, ruining my sheets and hating me.”
He arched a dark eyebrow. “Whatdidhappen?”
“Craig made a move on me. I pushed him off. Naomi thought I wanted him. She’s hurt because she’s had a crush on him since forever, and now I’m the bad guy.” I slumped down next to him.
“Want a drink? I can tell you all about being the bad guy.” He smirked.
My stomach swirled. “I’ve had enough for one night.”
“Coffee? Tea? Wait, hot cocoa. Isn’t that your favorite?”
“Very observant of you.”
He leaned back against the sofa cushions. “We can move to the kitchen.”
“I’m actually kinda tired.”
“Good idea. It’s been a night.”
I pursed my lips. “Actually, you’re sitting on my bed.”
He glanced down. “Ah, right. Naomi is in your bed.”
“Yep, and all the spare rooms are taken. Edmund’s is locked.”
“I have a bed.”
My heart raced. “I don’t imagine you’ve been sleeping on the floor.”
“You can have it. I’ll crash on the sofa.”
“I can’t do that.”
“You can and you will. Come on.” He helped me up. The whiskey was hitting me hard. “Let’s get you to bed.”
