Page 6 of Cursed Luck
Ryan chuckled as Brandy snapped her head back. “Don’t you tell me to calm down!”
Edward wrapped his arms around her body and squeezed tightly. “All right, all right. Geez, woman. Ethan asked me not to leave, so Ryan got me another drink and I handed them my keys. Better?”
“But we can’t get drunk,” said a smoky voice from behind him.
Edward turned them and faced Mia. “What?”
She looked around the room before her eyes returned to his. He felt the need to fall into their dark pools as a heady sensation overwhelmed him.
“Alcohol, it doesn’t affectus.”
“I have a high tolerance for it, yeah,” he told her.
Ryan chuckled. “No, it won’t do anything to you at all. It’s not a tolerance thing.”
“It’s true. After shit started happening to me, I drank an entire bottle of tequila and nothing,” Brandy said, stepping out of her husband’s arms. “Haven’t you noticed it?”
“Before your twenty-first birthday, I had a high tolerance, and now alcohol doesn’t do anything to me. Good thing I drink because of the taste and not the effects,” Junior joked.
The others nodded and agreed with each other while Edward focused on Mia. He considered his own sobriety as he counted how many Johnny Walker’s he’d had that day alone.
“Why’d you take my keys then?” Edward asked Ethan.
Ethan grinned. “You offered them, and it means you’ll stay.”
Edward looked down into his drink and sighed. “It makes sense. I just never noticed it.”
“So, on that note, I’ve told the bartender his services are no longer needed,” Serena said.
Edward looked at the gold watch on his wrist. “But I paid him for another hour.”
She smiled. “He mentioned that and offered to leave a couple of the bottles that are nearly empty plus the little bit of soda. Something about not needing to transport it.”
“Some of us wanted to hang out without any prying eyes causing problems, so it was either send him home or wipe his memory,” Mia said.
“Let’s not do that again,” Carter chuckled.
“I told you they were fine. You still don’t believe me,” Mia said.
“It’s not that I don’t believe you. I just think you should limit using hallucinogens.”
“Wait, so we can’t get drunk, but we can get high on hallucinogens?” Edward asked, his gaze moving between Carter and Mia.
Mia laughed, and the hair on his body rose. “No, not us. I use this on humans,” she said, producing a vial of liquid from the bag hanging off her wrist. “Pair it with a memory spell, and it helps their mind forget whatever they saw that they shouldn’t have seen.”
Edward moved in front of her and put his palm faceup. “What’s in there?” he asked as her fingers brushed his skin. A zap of energy shot straight to his groin. He switched the vial to his other hand and wiped his palm down his pant leg.
Mia chuckled and offered him a grin. “Oil from the peyote plant. It has hallucinogenic properties that your brother isn’t too pleased about.”
Chapter 4
Her amusement faded as she stared at him. His curiosity morphed into something else she couldn’t put her finger on. Gone was the loving brother being grilled by his family, and in his place was the man who’d stood by her at the bar.
Sucking in a deep breath, she ignored his spicy cologne and the way her body came alive around him. She sighed. The man was gorgeous, and her body was on board for some play time, but his vapid emotions were beginning to give her a headache.
“You drug humans?” he asked.
Her eyes narrowed as she swiped the vial back. “Would you rather a demon kills them for knowing the truth about our magical world? Now if you’ll excuse me…”
