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WishCraft
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“At this rate she was merely going to get drunk, by herself, and have to walk home all alone. Because the olives kept saying no.”
― WishCraft
― WishCraft
“Jeff’s expression changed from confused to mad to upset as he looked from one of them to the other. When he appeared to have made up his mind, he tossed down his napkin and rose. “Well.” It was all he got out. Delilah got her only satisfaction from the fact that the goon was in a booth, and he didn’t make it all the way to standing before he hit his thighs against the table and had to scoot out, ungracefully, to the side. “Goodnight.”
He raised his weak chin high and stamped out of the bar like a child.
Delilah let loose in a low growl, and it cost her every effort to keep her response to mere words. If she’d had her way, her focus was strong enough to create a small wind around her and make her eyes burn red. But her witchcraft had cost her enough already where Brandon was concerned. Even though she was mad enough to burn all bridges and say to hell with it, she kept it in check. “What are you doing?”
He laughed. “What, you don’t remember Tiger and Muffin?”
She drew a deep breath and held her emotions on tight rein.
The waitress chose that moment to saunter her bare belly up to their booth and ask if they wanted anything else. Delilah merely ground out the word ‘no.’
The waitress didn’t seem to notice, simply smiled and said ‘thank you,’ instantaneously producing a check and sliding it to the middle of the table, before she sauntered away.
Great, Delilah thought, the obnoxious Jeff had downed five very over-priced snobby beers and she was stuck with the bill. She didn’t think this could get any worse.
/> But Brandon had her pinned into the booth, the fake sad look gone from his face. The humor now missing as well. Which was just fine, since she didn’t have any of her own.
She asked him again. “What are you doing here in my booth?”
“Running your date off. Sparing him memory loss and who knows what.” He reached out and snaked her mojito away, before taking a healthy gulp.
“That’s mine!”
His smile resembled a shark’s. “After everything else we’ve done, sharing a glass isn’t going to kill you.” He took another drink, draining half of what remained and a lot of her sanity. “I had to save the dweeb from you.”
“He didn’t need saving.” She tried again to push past him, but he didn’t budge.
“So you weren’t going to take him home and screw his brains out and make him forget everything?”
She was so shocked by his blunt but accurate assessment of their first night together that she didn’t think, just blurted out, “No!”
That startled Brandon, and he asked, “why not?” out of genuine curiosity, before she could regroup.
“I didn’t like him.” Crap, that was a whole other can of worms. She sat back, at last resigned to this going from bad to worse.
It was Brandon’s turn to be startled.”
― WishCraft
He raised his weak chin high and stamped out of the bar like a child.
Delilah let loose in a low growl, and it cost her every effort to keep her response to mere words. If she’d had her way, her focus was strong enough to create a small wind around her and make her eyes burn red. But her witchcraft had cost her enough already where Brandon was concerned. Even though she was mad enough to burn all bridges and say to hell with it, she kept it in check. “What are you doing?”
He laughed. “What, you don’t remember Tiger and Muffin?”
She drew a deep breath and held her emotions on tight rein.
The waitress chose that moment to saunter her bare belly up to their booth and ask if they wanted anything else. Delilah merely ground out the word ‘no.’
The waitress didn’t seem to notice, simply smiled and said ‘thank you,’ instantaneously producing a check and sliding it to the middle of the table, before she sauntered away.
Great, Delilah thought, the obnoxious Jeff had downed five very over-priced snobby beers and she was stuck with the bill. She didn’t think this could get any worse.
/> But Brandon had her pinned into the booth, the fake sad look gone from his face. The humor now missing as well. Which was just fine, since she didn’t have any of her own.
She asked him again. “What are you doing here in my booth?”
“Running your date off. Sparing him memory loss and who knows what.” He reached out and snaked her mojito away, before taking a healthy gulp.
“That’s mine!”
His smile resembled a shark’s. “After everything else we’ve done, sharing a glass isn’t going to kill you.” He took another drink, draining half of what remained and a lot of her sanity. “I had to save the dweeb from you.”
“He didn’t need saving.” She tried again to push past him, but he didn’t budge.
“So you weren’t going to take him home and screw his brains out and make him forget everything?”
She was so shocked by his blunt but accurate assessment of their first night together that she didn’t think, just blurted out, “No!”
That startled Brandon, and he asked, “why not?” out of genuine curiosity, before she could regroup.
“I didn’t like him.” Crap, that was a whole other can of worms. She sat back, at last resigned to this going from bad to worse.
It was Brandon’s turn to be startled.”
― WishCraft
“He grinned and she couldn’t help but smile back.
Until something bumped her hip hard enough to scoot her further into the booth.
She registered the shock on Sam’s face first. He was standing to his full height with his fists clenched but held rigidly at his side. He wasn’t going to use them, just yet. Delilah had a flash thought that she admired his restraint, when she registered the voice.
“Hey, Lilah, you out picking up men again?”
Brandon! What was he doing here? “Brandon?”
She looked at him in shock, but he only smiled at her. Somehow a real, genuine smile graced his face, and his cheeks nearly formed dimples.
Sam looked back and forth between the two of them. “You know him?”
She nodded. But Brandon spoke first. “Does he know what you are?”
Delilah blinked. And in that moment, Brandon turned to Sam. “Did you know that she’s sixty? As in, sixty years old. She’s a witch, that’s how she keeps her looks.”
“Sixty?” Sam squinched his eyes at them.
“Wait—” was the only word she got out.
Brandon was talking to her now. “You’re not going to deny that you’re a witch are you, baby?”
“No, but—” She practically sputtered it, but sixty?
Sam was giving them bizarre looks. “Delilah? Are you okay?”
She didn’t get a chance to answer.
Brandon smiled and waved his hand indicating her form. “Of course she’s fine. She’s amazing for twenty, let alone sixty! Her secret is that she bathes in virgin’s blood. It’s how she stays so young looking.”
Sam looked a little sick to his stomach, but he clearly wondered what was going on. Thing was, Delilah didn’t have an answer for him.
Brandon did. He sighed in great theatrics. “And you just would not believe how hard it is to get virgin’s blood these days.”
Delilah laughed.
Sam asked if she was all right and she could only get out a few words, “Thank you, Sam.”
He nodded at her and pulled out a stack of bills to cover the drinks. Brandon waved him away. A look passed between the two men. Delilah could only decipher it as some weird passing of the baton, where she was the baton. Sam smiled at her as he left.”
― WishCraft
Until something bumped her hip hard enough to scoot her further into the booth.
She registered the shock on Sam’s face first. He was standing to his full height with his fists clenched but held rigidly at his side. He wasn’t going to use them, just yet. Delilah had a flash thought that she admired his restraint, when she registered the voice.
“Hey, Lilah, you out picking up men again?”
Brandon! What was he doing here? “Brandon?”
She looked at him in shock, but he only smiled at her. Somehow a real, genuine smile graced his face, and his cheeks nearly formed dimples.
Sam looked back and forth between the two of them. “You know him?”
She nodded. But Brandon spoke first. “Does he know what you are?”
Delilah blinked. And in that moment, Brandon turned to Sam. “Did you know that she’s sixty? As in, sixty years old. She’s a witch, that’s how she keeps her looks.”
“Sixty?” Sam squinched his eyes at them.
“Wait—” was the only word she got out.
Brandon was talking to her now. “You’re not going to deny that you’re a witch are you, baby?”
“No, but—” She practically sputtered it, but sixty?
Sam was giving them bizarre looks. “Delilah? Are you okay?”
She didn’t get a chance to answer.
Brandon smiled and waved his hand indicating her form. “Of course she’s fine. She’s amazing for twenty, let alone sixty! Her secret is that she bathes in virgin’s blood. It’s how she stays so young looking.”
Sam looked a little sick to his stomach, but he clearly wondered what was going on. Thing was, Delilah didn’t have an answer for him.
Brandon did. He sighed in great theatrics. “And you just would not believe how hard it is to get virgin’s blood these days.”
Delilah laughed.
Sam asked if she was all right and she could only get out a few words, “Thank you, Sam.”
He nodded at her and pulled out a stack of bills to cover the drinks. Brandon waved him away. A look passed between the two men. Delilah could only decipher it as some weird passing of the baton, where she was the baton. Sam smiled at her as he left.”
― WishCraft
“For the same reason I can’t cast a spell to make your eyes green. You can’t create what already is. I was in love with you before that.”
― WishCraft
― WishCraft
