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“I’ve been practicing that, too.” I grin. “Wish for money.”
She holds out a hand. “I wish I had a hundred dollars.”
The magic spirals through me, and this time I bear down, slowing it, letting myself shape the wish. When I release my power, a bill pops into existence on my friend’s hand—one hundred dollars in Monopoly money.
“Well played.” She holds it up so the other Witch Bitches can see, and everyone laughs.
“What about less tangible things?” Skye asks, her voice a little hesitant. “Like happiness or love?” Ever the romantic, my bestie. Skye’s so amazing she totally deserves to have someone fall head over heels for her, no wishing required.
“I don’t know.” My shoulders ripple in a shrug as I spread my hands. “Rune and I got our heart wishes, but I haven’t tried anything else like that.”
“You don’t need wishes.” Babybelle runs over and leaps onto Skye’s lap. “I’ll make you happy!”
I smile and translate her words, and my bestie sets down her cupcake to give Babybelle a hug. As soon as she lets the mini-goat go, Babybelle lunges for the cupcake.
“I wish I had Skye’s cupcake,” I blurt, and it appears in my hand in a tingle of magic right as my familiar’s teeth snap onto thin air.
“Hey, no fair!”
“What did I tell you about eating human food?” I lift an eyebrow.
She makes innocent eyes. “That it’s delicious, especially if it’s sweets or cheese.”
Hannah, whose witchy power lets her understand Babybelle, slaps a hand over her mouth to try to cover a giggle-snort. “That does sound like you.”
Ignoring my bestie, I point at my familiar. “I never told you that!”
“It’s what you said to the twins!”
“The twins aren’t herbivorous!”
She jumps back down to the floor in a flounce and starts nibbling the toe of one of my favorite red cowboy boots, amber eyes watching me closely, waiting for a reaction.
The little rotten! Instead of giving her the satisfaction of getting a big response from me, I pull my foot free and cross my legs to put the boot closest to her out of reach. She gives a dramatic sigh and flops over onto her side.
Shaking my head, I can’t stop grinning at her antics as I take a big bite of my own cupcake.
“Any more witchy stuff?” Skye asks, pulling a spicy orc romance out of her purse. “Because I thought we could finally talk about the book we’ve been reading!”
A couple of people pull theirs out, but when Kayla says, “I forgot mine!” a bunch of us nod.
I hold out my hand. “I wish I had my spicy book club book.” With a tingle of magic, it pops into existence. The rest of the Witch Bitches make similar wishes, and soon we’re all squealing with delight as we discuss the first spicy scene.
Hannah’s shoulder bumps mine as she leans close to whisper, “Pretty cool power.”
“It is.” Warmth fills my chest. I spent so long thinking my magic was nothing but a mishap waiting to happen. This new understanding of my powers fills me with happiness. Even if all I ever get to do with it safely are little acts, they’re little acts that bring people ease and joy.
And what could be better than that?
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
Autumn
A few days later, I slow Tank to a halt in front of Rune’s house. It’s only late afternoon, but the days are getting noticeably shorter, and the sun’s already dipping.
Babybelle squirms against the seatbelt holding her on my lap and bounces out of the car the second I release the buckle and open the door. She’s smart enough to be good while I’m driving and rotten enough to chafe against the restriction the moment we stop. “Hurry! Come on!”
Rune steps out onto the porch, a rumbling laugh coming from him when my familiar gambols up the steps and runs straight at him to headbutt his leg. He leans over to give her lots of pets as she prances in front of him, giving her usual cry for attention, “Me! Me! Me!”
