Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
And judging by Audrey’s hostile and possibly overprotective tone, things were about to get worse. The witches liked Nolan, and he didn’t want to think of them starting a war with the vampires in the name of avenging Nolan.
“He had a bad run-in with the former leader of the Sandor clan. Nolan is on great terms with the rest of the vampires, particularly the Variks. Everything is good,” Sky rushed to explain.
Audrey lifted one thick brow and stared down her nose at him for a silent second. “The Sandor leader…you take care of him?”
Sky nodded, while his mind skittered away from the memory. “Definitely. He will never trouble Nolan again. Same with the rest of the clan.”
Moon chuckled and rested his forearm on Sky’s right shoulder while leaning past him to talk to the witch. “Sandor is fucking toast. Sky summoned a minion to separate Christoph’s soul from his body and both got dragged to the underworld. Did it right in front of Sandor’s own clan! Ain’t no coming back from that.”
Audrey sniffed and offered a tiny nod. “Not bad.”
“Isn’t this fun?” Carol laughed as she walked over with a pair of drinks in her hands. “I didn’t know the boy witches could do magic and be useful. Seriously, I feel like I’ve been lied to my entire life.” She cackled and Sky lowered his head, pinching the bridge of his nose. Before he dropped his gaze, he noted that Audrey looked pained by her fellow witch’s comments.
He didn’t think Carol meant any harm. She was one of those sweet people who had zero filter between her brain and her mouth.
“Well, this boy witch appreciates you giving us a chance,” Moon said, sounding unperturbed by her comment.
“Here! You both need these!” She thrust the drinks at him and Moon. He had no choice but to accept it or risk wearing it.
“What’s this?” Sky lifted it to his nose and took a small sniff. It smelled like tequila.
“Margarita!” Carol cried out, thrusting her empty hands into the air. “When Audrey called me for this meeting of all the covens, it reminded me of that scene from Practical Magic. You know, where—”
“Sandra Bullock’s character comes out to all the other PTA moms that she’s a witch and asks them to come over to help?” Nolan interrupted as he walked over to stand next to Carol.
The middle-aged witch with her brown hair twisted up in a messy bun bounced as she shouted, “Yes! That’s it! So I thought we also needed midnight margaritas, too!” She looked at Nolan’s empty hands and hissed. “You don’t have one. Let me pour you a glass.” And she zipped away in a flash.
Sky frowned at his glass, unsure what to do with it. He was afraid to drink it because he wasn’t sure if he could trust Carol. But if she saw him toss it out, it would probably piss her off, and he didn’t want to piss off any of these witches.
“It’s safe,” Audrey mumbled. Sky glanced at her to see her jerk her chin to the other groups of witches spread across the clearing lit with flickering tiki torches and a small fire. Most of the other witches were holding red solo cups identical to his own. “Carol is mostly harmless. She’s got eight kids and a husband who has no clue she’s a witch. As a result, she makes a killer margarita from lots of practice, if you get my meaning.”
He did.
Moon started wheezing and choking beside him. Sky’s heart clenched until Moon rasped, “Holy shit. That’s like seventy percent tequila.”
“Yeah, she makes ’em strong. Be careful. Might want to let the ice water it down a bit. Or wait and let’s get the spell-casting done.” With a smirk and her arms folded over her chest, Audrey wandered away from them to another group.
“You know, I think she’s coming around,” Nolan said, giving Sky’s shoulder a poke. “And she’s not the only one.”
“What are you talking about?” Sky thoughtlessly lifted his drink and took a sip. He gasped as the tequila burned its way down his throat. Tequila was one of his least favorite alcohols, but he didn’t mind a margarita occasionally. He just didn’t like his margaritas with enough tequila to eat through all of his organs.
“You told me that all female witches hated male witches.” Nolan moved to stand next to him, bumping their shoulders. “Well, I think this group, at least, is coming around. Mad and Red have made some friends. Even glaring Audrey is tolerating you better.”
“I have no idea if that’s a good thing or a bad thing,” Sky muttered.
“A good thing.” Nolan laughed and pressed a kiss to Sky’s temple.
Smiling, Sky turned his head and tipped his face up to his boyfriend, offering his lips to Nolan.
Yeah, he thought it. Boyfriend! He needed to tell Nolan that they were officially boyfriends now. At least they were in Sky’s head.