Silver Elite

by Dani Francis

“I was trying to describe a glass of pure whiskey earlier and I came up with a similar description. I think the whiskey is more impressive.” “No. It’s not.” My breath hitches. “You must have had all the boys in Z lining up to get with you, just so they could sit there and stare into those eyes.” “Hardly. I used to get teased about them,” I confess. “Bullshit. Why?” “I guess in certain lighting inside the schoolhouse, they looked completely yellow. When I was twelve, this one kid, Oden, got it into his head that I was a witch.” Cross smiles, and it’s a sight to behold. “A witch.” “Uh-huh. We were in the middle of a mythology unit in class, learning all about witches and werewolves and supernatural creatures, and our teacher projected a picture of this terrifying woman with glowing yellow eyes, casting a spell on a defenseless man. Oden and his obnoxious little friends started shouting Witch! at me whenever I walked into class.” I grumble at the memory. “At first it really bothered me. I didn’t understand why they were being so mean about something I couldn’t control. But then”—I shrug—“my best friend Tana encouraged me to embrace it. She said witches were powerful, independent women who didn’t conform to society’s expectations. So the next time I came to school and he shouted Witch—” “You beat the shit out of him.” My mouth falls open. Laughter tickles my throat. “How did you know?” His fingers skim a path along my jawline, leaving prickles of pleasure in their wake. “Becau...