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name pass through my lips.”
Xandra whirls back around. She has a look in those amazing eyes now that I do not like. “So what you’re saying is , every time I have said your name it has lessened my ability to use whatever magic I may have against you?”
I am trying so hard not to laugh. She can blame the poor teachings of her ancestors for this little surprise. “Your Witch magic may not have such a strong effect upon me now.”
“But since my mom hasn’t said your name, her magic is still pretty powerful against you, right?”
I incline my head, smile still in check. “That is correct. For the time being, anyway.”
“Good.” She stalks in front of me. I am expecting her to stop , as she did before , but instead, she touches her hand to my bare chest, sending powerful, painful magic through me . In an attempt to move away from her touch without killing her, which is sounding better and better, I fling myself backwards, forcing the couch to fall on its back. Getting to my feet, it takes everything I have to not close the gap between us and snap that pretty little neck of hers . “You do realize that is tremendously painful?”
With a smile that makes me want to follow through with some of the evil things I am thinking right now, she says, “Yup.”
“Xandra, that wasn’t nice,” the Witch says, hardly containing her own amusement. This is a sadistic little house of people.
Voice dripping with vinegar instead of honey, Xandra responds. “I was just trying to determine if your theory was correct.”
I am here to protect her . I keep saying that over and over in my head as I set the couch to rights. I believe I am going to have to tattoo that on the inside of my eyelids . O therwise, it will soon be forgotten. I have never met a female who can go from naïve litt le girl to sadist in less than thirty seconds . Nor is it my desire to be protecting one who can.
“How long before the other two will have recovered from their injuries?”
Finally, a sensible question. “Assuming they brought powerful healing herbs with them from our realm, I would say no more than two or three days at the most. That would give us a decent head start.” I am now completely convinced that it is not my brain that is responding to these questions.
Yet another argument ensues about where her training is to be. The more she argues, the more I want to drag her out in the cold and snow. Whether it is the right place to train or not. Though, my conscience does feel better that it truly is.
“I don’t want to go with you , ” she says, as if she ha s not made that abundantly clear already.
“And I am not overjoyed by having the task of training a headstrong and ignorant young girl , but it seems that fate has ignored both of our desires.”
“Xandra,” the Witch says, “I think it’s for the best.”
I do not know what changed in the last three seconds, but Xandra suddenly looks resigned to her fate. I did not expect her to give up so easily. I admit , I am a little disappointed in her lack of resolve . Not to mention, I was starting to enjoy our back and forth. If nothing else, she is entertaining.
Stomping from the room grumbling god knows what under her breath, Xandra goes off to have another sulking fit. Of course, her dutiful parents follow her to try to soothe her ruffled feathers. I believe being in the company of someone who is not willing to be so accommodating of her mood swings will be good for her.
Chapter 8
Finally, a moment of peace to clear my head. At this point, I guess I have to follow through with this half-cocked plan. The only consolation will be doing my best to make this excursion as miserable as possible for her. I should not have to suffer alone.
After a moment, I hear their voices and I rise from the cou ch to eavesdrop. Something that would earn me a swat from Tabatha. I hear Xandra say,
Xandra whirls back around. She has a look in those amazing eyes now that I do not like. “So what you’re saying is , every time I have said your name it has lessened my ability to use whatever magic I may have against you?”
I am trying so hard not to laugh. She can blame the poor teachings of her ancestors for this little surprise. “Your Witch magic may not have such a strong effect upon me now.”
“But since my mom hasn’t said your name, her magic is still pretty powerful against you, right?”
I incline my head, smile still in check. “That is correct. For the time being, anyway.”
“Good.” She stalks in front of me. I am expecting her to stop , as she did before , but instead, she touches her hand to my bare chest, sending powerful, painful magic through me . In an attempt to move away from her touch without killing her, which is sounding better and better, I fling myself backwards, forcing the couch to fall on its back. Getting to my feet, it takes everything I have to not close the gap between us and snap that pretty little neck of hers . “You do realize that is tremendously painful?”
With a smile that makes me want to follow through with some of the evil things I am thinking right now, she says, “Yup.”
“Xandra, that wasn’t nice,” the Witch says, hardly containing her own amusement. This is a sadistic little house of people.
Voice dripping with vinegar instead of honey, Xandra responds. “I was just trying to determine if your theory was correct.”
I am here to protect her . I keep saying that over and over in my head as I set the couch to rights. I believe I am going to have to tattoo that on the inside of my eyelids . O therwise, it will soon be forgotten. I have never met a female who can go from naïve litt le girl to sadist in less than thirty seconds . Nor is it my desire to be protecting one who can.
“How long before the other two will have recovered from their injuries?”
Finally, a sensible question. “Assuming they brought powerful healing herbs with them from our realm, I would say no more than two or three days at the most. That would give us a decent head start.” I am now completely convinced that it is not my brain that is responding to these questions.
Yet another argument ensues about where her training is to be. The more she argues, the more I want to drag her out in the cold and snow. Whether it is the right place to train or not. Though, my conscience does feel better that it truly is.
“I don’t want to go with you , ” she says, as if she ha s not made that abundantly clear already.
“And I am not overjoyed by having the task of training a headstrong and ignorant young girl , but it seems that fate has ignored both of our desires.”
“Xandra,” the Witch says, “I think it’s for the best.”
I do not know what changed in the last three seconds, but Xandra suddenly looks resigned to her fate. I did not expect her to give up so easily. I admit , I am a little disappointed in her lack of resolve . Not to mention, I was starting to enjoy our back and forth. If nothing else, she is entertaining.
Stomping from the room grumbling god knows what under her breath, Xandra goes off to have another sulking fit. Of course, her dutiful parents follow her to try to soothe her ruffled feathers. I believe being in the company of someone who is not willing to be so accommodating of her mood swings will be good for her.
Chapter 8
Finally, a moment of peace to clear my head. At this point, I guess I have to follow through with this half-cocked plan. The only consolation will be doing my best to make this excursion as miserable as possible for her. I should not have to suffer alone.
After a moment, I hear their voices and I rise from the cou ch to eavesdrop. Something that would earn me a swat from Tabatha. I hear Xandra say,
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