Page 25 of Outlaw Witch

A couple more weeks maybe, and we should get back to the status quo. Back to usual. Just so long as the witch can do her part.

Can’t say that I trust her to agree, no matter what Ro thinks.

Maybe I should have fucked her in that alleyway. That might have got her on the hook. Have to admit I was close enough.

Too bad I didn’t know who she was at the time.

I don’t know what the fuck happened. It was like she put a damn spell on me. Otherwise, I don’t know how I lost my damn mind enough to bump into the damn witch and then be watching her coming in five minutes flat.

Silence draws me back into the room. I lazily turn my head to meet the eyes of the Archarcans. Can’t have them thinking I’m rattled by their attention, or by the fact I have no fucking clue what I might have missed.

I swing my head around to meet Felix’s eye.

“We can see to that, right Zeph, my boy?” he says boisterously.

“Sure, whatever you need.” I recross my legs and don’t miss Ms. Cecilia Clement’s wince as the chair creaks in desperate strain under me.

Felix smiles like a satisfied cat and my stomach drops. I have no idea what I’ve just agreed to.

I’m gonna hope that won’t come back to bite us in the ass.

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The building I'm monitoringdoesn't show any movement for two days and a night. That might not sound like a lot, considering I’m supposed to be here for three damn weeks. But I’ve barely slept.

Or moved.

Or showered beyond a basic sink wash of the essential parts.

I feel gross and lethargic already and the cushiness of the job is already wearing thin.

It’s the middle of the night and my eyelids are heavy. I stare out into the chilly night with Ember dozing on the couch across from me. Hanna and Rook have both gone home, so I’m stuck listening to his soft snores as I try to stay awake.

I sigh and stretch, adjusting my position for the millionth time. Just as I’m resettling onto my numb ass cheeks, I see it.

Movement.

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