What the Hex

by Jessica Clare

“You need to be kissed, do you?” “Desperately,” she breathes.

He says I’m short and plump like a dumpling and that I make his mouth water. I decide it’s a good nickname, because I am short and plump, and he looks at me like he wants to devour me.

I sip a coconut-milk chai latte as I wait for my lover’s mortal enemy to appear.

“You’re terrifying, you know that? Under that bubblegum-and-glitter exterior is the calculating heart of a true tyrant.”