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pressed to his ear. He had one hand against the countertop and stood half leaned over as he spoke in hushed tones to someone.
“Are you listening, Gwen?” Fiona asked. “Any of this ringing any bells?”
I snapped my attention back to her and shook my head. “No, sorry.”
Fiona’s shoulders fell, along with her face. “We could go to your shop,” she suggested. “We’ll grab lunch and head over there. You spent most of your time at that place. Maybe it’ll knock something loose.”
As we stood up, I asked, “Where’s Ethan? Maybe he figured something out.” He was supposed to be searching for spells and information regarding memory loss while we went down to the FPD. That was over three hours ago, and I still hadn’t seen him.
Fiona chewed her lip and looked away from me. “Don’t be mad but…he contacted the NAWC.” I knew by her nervousness that I should have reacted in shock or anger, but since I didn’t remember the NAWC, I just stared at her with uncertainty.
“Okay?” I said, arching my eyebrows. “They’re our government, right? I mean, the witches’ government.” Even after everything I learned and saw, I still felt silly saying witches and believing I was one.
“Did I hear you right?” Dorian asked. “That little khaki-wearing douchebag ran to the NAWC to tattletale? Man, is he going to be pissed when I take his life before he can cash in all those brownie points.”
Fiona placed her hands on her hips and glared at Dorian. “Big surprise,” she snapped, “something doesn’t go your way and you threaten a life. You don’t like something, you steal a soul.” She stalked toward Dorian and poked a finger in his direction. “Call him a tattletale all you want, but you’re the one acting like a bully.”
“I’m trying to protect Gwen—your best friend. The NAWC has done nothing but screw her over and that little brownnoser you call your boyfriend just ran back to them to tattle. Besides, Micah already contacted them and they haven’t called back with a solution.”
Fiona and Dorian glared at each other while I tried to anticipate their next moves. I silently prayed that Dorian wouldn’t hurt Fiona.
“Ethan is just trying to help,” Fiona shot back. “He didn’t know Micah already contacted the NAWC. They have the best spell casters there and, when he couldn’t find anything, he thought someone at the headquarters would know how to fix Gwen.” She crossed her arms and cocked a hip. “He didn’t run to them to tattletale; he went to find a solution for Gwen. Do you really think I would be okay with him betraying my best friend?”
Dorian shrugged. “It’s not like you’ve been there for her these last couple months, but I have. I am the one who watched over her while you guys stayed in Moon and Holly was scheming, while you were off with Ethan and enjoying yourself. I am the one who protected her from the rogues.” Dorian’s voice rose with each new sentence, his face hardening to marble. “I am the one who was here when you weren’t. I am the one who broke all my rules to save her ass.”
My mouth fell open. “What do you mean: you broke all your rules? What rules?”
Fiona’s body sagged, and she looked down at the floor, defeated. I would talk to her in a minute, but right then, I needed to know what Dorian meant.
Dorian released a ragged breath. “We’ll discuss it later, when there’s not a possibility that it will make its way back to the NAWC.” He shot Fiona a glare, the ominous clouds within his sockets darkening to almost black.
“Stop it,” I chided. “Fiona has done nothing but try to help me since she learned I lost my memories. She’s here spending her time trying to help me fix this.”
“Of course she is,” Dorian retorted, “she’s probably feeding information to Ethan so that he can tell the NAWC.” He pointed a finger at Fiona and said, “If any of those bastards come for her, I’ll have their souls so fast they
“Are you listening, Gwen?” Fiona asked. “Any of this ringing any bells?”
I snapped my attention back to her and shook my head. “No, sorry.”
Fiona’s shoulders fell, along with her face. “We could go to your shop,” she suggested. “We’ll grab lunch and head over there. You spent most of your time at that place. Maybe it’ll knock something loose.”
As we stood up, I asked, “Where’s Ethan? Maybe he figured something out.” He was supposed to be searching for spells and information regarding memory loss while we went down to the FPD. That was over three hours ago, and I still hadn’t seen him.
Fiona chewed her lip and looked away from me. “Don’t be mad but…he contacted the NAWC.” I knew by her nervousness that I should have reacted in shock or anger, but since I didn’t remember the NAWC, I just stared at her with uncertainty.
“Okay?” I said, arching my eyebrows. “They’re our government, right? I mean, the witches’ government.” Even after everything I learned and saw, I still felt silly saying witches and believing I was one.
“Did I hear you right?” Dorian asked. “That little khaki-wearing douchebag ran to the NAWC to tattletale? Man, is he going to be pissed when I take his life before he can cash in all those brownie points.”
Fiona placed her hands on her hips and glared at Dorian. “Big surprise,” she snapped, “something doesn’t go your way and you threaten a life. You don’t like something, you steal a soul.” She stalked toward Dorian and poked a finger in his direction. “Call him a tattletale all you want, but you’re the one acting like a bully.”
“I’m trying to protect Gwen—your best friend. The NAWC has done nothing but screw her over and that little brownnoser you call your boyfriend just ran back to them to tattle. Besides, Micah already contacted them and they haven’t called back with a solution.”
Fiona and Dorian glared at each other while I tried to anticipate their next moves. I silently prayed that Dorian wouldn’t hurt Fiona.
“Ethan is just trying to help,” Fiona shot back. “He didn’t know Micah already contacted the NAWC. They have the best spell casters there and, when he couldn’t find anything, he thought someone at the headquarters would know how to fix Gwen.” She crossed her arms and cocked a hip. “He didn’t run to them to tattletale; he went to find a solution for Gwen. Do you really think I would be okay with him betraying my best friend?”
Dorian shrugged. “It’s not like you’ve been there for her these last couple months, but I have. I am the one who watched over her while you guys stayed in Moon and Holly was scheming, while you were off with Ethan and enjoying yourself. I am the one who protected her from the rogues.” Dorian’s voice rose with each new sentence, his face hardening to marble. “I am the one who was here when you weren’t. I am the one who broke all my rules to save her ass.”
My mouth fell open. “What do you mean: you broke all your rules? What rules?”
Fiona’s body sagged, and she looked down at the floor, defeated. I would talk to her in a minute, but right then, I needed to know what Dorian meant.
Dorian released a ragged breath. “We’ll discuss it later, when there’s not a possibility that it will make its way back to the NAWC.” He shot Fiona a glare, the ominous clouds within his sockets darkening to almost black.
“Stop it,” I chided. “Fiona has done nothing but try to help me since she learned I lost my memories. She’s here spending her time trying to help me fix this.”
“Of course she is,” Dorian retorted, “she’s probably feeding information to Ethan so that he can tell the NAWC.” He pointed a finger at Fiona and said, “If any of those bastards come for her, I’ll have their souls so fast they
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