weird.
I realized I hadn’t left her much pizza, and I made a quick call to Fabrelli’s to order three more pies. She would eat a whole one on her own, and who knew if Cole had eaten yet.
I checked on Garnout and he was exactly as I’d left him. I straightened his robes around him and took off his boots. That’s when I noticed he had jeans on under the robes. I laughed. I had always thought of him as being so old-fashioned.
I’d known Garnout for more than six years and he was the one who had helped me get my career going. I owed him so much. I found a cashmere blanket in the closet and placed it over him. He probably didn’t feel heat or cold, but it seemed the right thing to do.
Simone had moved the big fluffy armchair from the corner over by the bed, and I sat down in it. There were a few more calls to make, but I needed a moment to think.
Garnout had said something about learning from the shadows. I’d ask Cole about it, because I honestly didn’t have a clue what he was talking about.
I did know all of this had something to do with those stupid warring covens. I didn’t care what kind of business deals they were trying to wheel and deal. They’d screwed around with the wrong witch this time.
You can mess with me, but don’t dick with my friends. If you do, you die. Simple.
Eight
Manhattan
Sunday
Noon
Witches who rival Dr. Phil: 1
Spells: 6
T omorrow was supposed to be Cool Whip-on-Bronwyn night. I’m really pissed off that I’m going to miss it. Of course, I’d be Cool Whipping myself because Sam is stuck wherever it is he and Azir have gone to save the world. Whatever is going on is keeping them busy; Sam was supposed to be back days ago.
I’m still in Manhattan, and to add to the craziness that is my life, I’ve become a relationship therapist and am doing my own bit to save the world at the same time.
Ack!
It’s been insane. Let me hit the highlights. Once Cole arrived, Simone went off on a demon-slaying binge. I’m fairly certain there isn’t a demon alive in Manhattan, and if there is, it won’t be around long. The slayer’s on a roll.
Cole has called in a team of medical spook experts to help Garnout. There’s just one problem: no one has really had to take care of a wizard before. There aren’t that many of them in the universe, they are immune to all diseases, and they never die. So we keep dumping the health potion down his throat, and the spook brigade is working on unlocking the confusion spell he’s under.
Not being one who can just sit around and wait for the fun stuff to happen, I’ve recently kidnapped the heads of the warring covens, bound their powers, and stuck them in my parents’ basement where they can’t get out. Technically, I didn’t do the actual kidnapping. Cole helped a little. Being a big honcho in the international spook brigade has its advantages. The first thing he did when he arrived was ask how he could help so I told him.
“I want those son-of-a-bitch coven leaders in this house by tomorrow morning at eight a.m. sharp, or I’m going to kill them.” I think I scared him the tiniest bit because I said it all in a very calm voice, while I sat in the big fluffy chair next to Garnout.
“Okay.” He walked out of the room but I could hear him on the phone. Eventually I fell asleep in the chair. I’d been up for forty-eight hours straight.
Around five a.m., Cole woke me up. “The items you requested will be here at eight. Where would you like me to put them?”
I didn’t even question how he’d managed to kidnap the most powerful witch and warlock in the city. I was just grateful. When Cole and I first met he thought I might be one of the bad guys—something about the death and destruction that seems to follow me around. But after hanging out with me for a few months, he’s discovered I’m on the good guy’s side. We’ve been able to help each other out of a couple of tight jams.
“Put them in the basement.” I spent the next three
I realized I hadn’t left her much pizza, and I made a quick call to Fabrelli’s to order three more pies. She would eat a whole one on her own, and who knew if Cole had eaten yet.
I checked on Garnout and he was exactly as I’d left him. I straightened his robes around him and took off his boots. That’s when I noticed he had jeans on under the robes. I laughed. I had always thought of him as being so old-fashioned.
I’d known Garnout for more than six years and he was the one who had helped me get my career going. I owed him so much. I found a cashmere blanket in the closet and placed it over him. He probably didn’t feel heat or cold, but it seemed the right thing to do.
Simone had moved the big fluffy armchair from the corner over by the bed, and I sat down in it. There were a few more calls to make, but I needed a moment to think.
Garnout had said something about learning from the shadows. I’d ask Cole about it, because I honestly didn’t have a clue what he was talking about.
I did know all of this had something to do with those stupid warring covens. I didn’t care what kind of business deals they were trying to wheel and deal. They’d screwed around with the wrong witch this time.
You can mess with me, but don’t dick with my friends. If you do, you die. Simple.
Eight
Manhattan
Sunday
Noon
Witches who rival Dr. Phil: 1
Spells: 6
T omorrow was supposed to be Cool Whip-on-Bronwyn night. I’m really pissed off that I’m going to miss it. Of course, I’d be Cool Whipping myself because Sam is stuck wherever it is he and Azir have gone to save the world. Whatever is going on is keeping them busy; Sam was supposed to be back days ago.
I’m still in Manhattan, and to add to the craziness that is my life, I’ve become a relationship therapist and am doing my own bit to save the world at the same time.
Ack!
It’s been insane. Let me hit the highlights. Once Cole arrived, Simone went off on a demon-slaying binge. I’m fairly certain there isn’t a demon alive in Manhattan, and if there is, it won’t be around long. The slayer’s on a roll.
Cole has called in a team of medical spook experts to help Garnout. There’s just one problem: no one has really had to take care of a wizard before. There aren’t that many of them in the universe, they are immune to all diseases, and they never die. So we keep dumping the health potion down his throat, and the spook brigade is working on unlocking the confusion spell he’s under.
Not being one who can just sit around and wait for the fun stuff to happen, I’ve recently kidnapped the heads of the warring covens, bound their powers, and stuck them in my parents’ basement where they can’t get out. Technically, I didn’t do the actual kidnapping. Cole helped a little. Being a big honcho in the international spook brigade has its advantages. The first thing he did when he arrived was ask how he could help so I told him.
“I want those son-of-a-bitch coven leaders in this house by tomorrow morning at eight a.m. sharp, or I’m going to kill them.” I think I scared him the tiniest bit because I said it all in a very calm voice, while I sat in the big fluffy chair next to Garnout.
“Okay.” He walked out of the room but I could hear him on the phone. Eventually I fell asleep in the chair. I’d been up for forty-eight hours straight.
Around five a.m., Cole woke me up. “The items you requested will be here at eight. Where would you like me to put them?”
I didn’t even question how he’d managed to kidnap the most powerful witch and warlock in the city. I was just grateful. When Cole and I first met he thought I might be one of the bad guys—something about the death and destruction that seems to follow me around. But after hanging out with me for a few months, he’s discovered I’m on the good guy’s side. We’ve been able to help each other out of a couple of tight jams.
“Put them in the basement.” I spent the next three
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