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this person is going to hit me, I am going to die on a hill in Georgia, what an utterly shite way to go—
Rhys let his head drop back to the ground as he studied the sky above him and waited for the inevitable moment when she’d figure out who she’d almost hit and possibly get back in her car and finish the job.
“Vivi, if we could actually place curses on people, that bitch who always gives me whole milk when I ask for soy at Coffee Cauldron would be a dead woman by now,”
“The Full Potter,” he repeated. “Not finding out you’re a witch until you’re older, not growing up with it. ‘Yer a witch, Vivi,’ that sort of thing.”
“You . . . literally said, ‘I curse you, Rhys Penhallow,’ and now you’re surprised that I, Rhys Penhallow, am cursed?
“‘Never mix witchcraft with vodka,’” he read, then nodded. “Solid advice, that.”
“You called me a ‘fuckerneck,’ which is not even a word,” he reminded her. “You threw my own pants at me. You weren’t brokenhearted, you were angry.”
“Okay, okay, Operation Soothe the Muggles, I’m on it.”
“His hair. It’s still doing The Thing. And it’s been doing The Thing ever since he got into town.” Rhys frowned, reaching up to tug at his hair. “What thing?” “Oh, like you don’t know,” Gwyn said, and Rhys’s frown deepened.
“Seriously, what—” Aunt Elaine stopped them both with a lifted hand. “I take it the two of you specified something about Rhys’s hair during the curse?” Now Rhys’s hand dropped from his head and he stared at Gwyn and Vivi. “You tried to attack my hair?”
What Rhys knew was that kissing her had felt like waking up. Like he’d been drifting sleepily through everything for the past nine years until he tasted her mouth again and remembered what actually being alive felt like. Better than any magic, Vivienne’s kiss.
“I am mad about you, Vivienne Jones. Again. Or maybe I should say still, because I’m gonna be real honest with you here, cariad. I don’t think it ever went away.”
“Morning, my darling,”
“I love you. So very, very much. And I know that I’m flippant sometimes, or make a joke rather than say the truth, but I want you to know that you’re everything to me, Vivienne. Everything.”
