Page 7 of Livewire Witch

Figures.

No one forgets this face.

I flash him a charming grin, which causes him to snort and pat me on the shoulder. “Save that face and this whole swaggeringthingyou’ve got going on here for Silver. Seems to work on her, at least.”

“She talked to you about me?” I feel a surge of excitement bubbling up inside me.

I know, I know. I sound like a teenage girl obsessing over my crush. But that’s exactly how I feel. Especially now, after I haven’t seen Silver indaysand I’ve missed her. More than I expected, even.

Ever since she sprang into our lives, things have been more colorful. More interesting. As someone who fully admits a weakness for new, shiny things, Silver captured my interest.

And then she disappeared.

It’s almost as if she’s toying with me, trying to keep me on my toes.

But I haven’t liked it as much as I might have expected. It’s been weird. And I’ve been wandering around like I have one boot more worn down than the other. Like I have something wrong that isn’t obvious at first until you realize you have a bunch of blisters and a bad back.

Even weirder. I’mworried.

Not just about Fab and Seb, either. I can’t stop my over enthusiastic brain jumping from bad scenario to even worse scenario.

What if the ritual didn’t work and Fabian transformed into whatever fucked upthingwas in that terrifying book Silver borrowed from Dante?

What if heateher or something? Her and Seb.

Although, unless his monstrous cursed self ate their clothes too and then worked out how to use the elevator with his creepy clawed hands or whatever, that’s unlikely.

On the other hand, maybe it worked, and they decided to take their cutesy budding relationship and skipped off into the sunshine. A post curse-breaking vacay. Or something.

I wouldn’t mind that option. I’m just kinda jealous they didn’t invite me to tag along.

I don’t know where Seb fits into this scenario. Hopefully, he’s not having to watch as they make out. While, forme,that’d be hot as hell, I’m pretty sure he’d find it a nightmare.

That’s the sticking point whenever I try to convince myself that something bad hasn’t happened to them. Seb’s not left The Spire in a long time and I don’t know how long he’ll be able to cope without getting another dose of his treatment.

Ugh. I’m not used to worrying about things. Or people. It’s stressful as hell.

I yank myself out of my head, back to the bustling cafe. I’m vaguely aware that my thoughts have gone on such a long tangent. I’ve reached a whole new country when I come back to myself to see the ginger guy hardcore staring at me.

“Your brain, man. It’s a trip and a half.”

I can’t disagree.

“Sure is. Now, back to all the nice things Silver’s been telling you about me. Did she mention my tattoos? My hair? My eyes? It was my eyes, wasn’t it?” I grin at him, hoping the levity will plaster over any cracks in my composure.

“Dude, focus.” He shakes his head at me. “I’ve been trying to have a damn word with you for days now, and I need you to listen.”

Nothing like telling a guy with attentional issues to focus up and listen. It’s like my brain always takes that as a challenge and I wind up with an earworm with a medley of commercial jingles doing a loop in my head.

“You’re looking for Silver, right? Her and your mage buddy, and his mini-me?”

“You know where she is?” Fuck. My chest goes weirdly tight. “Is she—”

Safe.

That’s the first word that springs to mind.

Since when do I give a shit if anyone other than my brothers is safe? What is this witch doing to me?

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