Author: Aileen Erin
Category: Paranormal
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As the smell of pepperoni and cheese filled the kitchen, I pulled out plates.
“What’s going on?” Daniel said as he walked into the kitchen.
I guessed he’d been busy trying to figure out what I’d been doing wrong. “My mom brought food. You hungry?”
“Sure.” He sat at the table and my cousins joined him. The way they talked with each other reminded me of my friends. Suddenly, it wasn’t just Dastien I was missing, it was everyone.
Adrian might be able to get on coven ground, but that would probably only fly once. If I were lucky, maybe twice, and Luciana would definitely try to get her hooks into him. So, I had to save that for when I had really good reason to contact him.
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As I tucked into the second pizza, Dastien occupied my thoughts. He was probably fine. Maybe chatting with our friends.
The image of Imogene kissing him flashed into my mind.
What was wrong with me? I really wished I could un-see things. But once I had a vision, it was never gone. When I was in Imogene’s room a few months ago, I’d touched her necklace and glimpsed an intimate moment between the two of them.
I guessed that was why she got to me. She’d known Dastien much longer than I had. He said he hadn’t meant to lead her on, but she’d been led nonetheless. Her ulterior motives for speaking against me weren’t all that secret.
She wanted Dastien back. I knew it. Hell, everyone knew it. But I had to trust Dastien. I had to focus on why I was here, and know that my bond with him would always exist, even if I couldn’t feel it. Still strong. Just hidden.
But it was hard to remember when I felt so cut off from him.
The pizza settled like a ton of bricks in my stomach. I put the last one in the fridge and went back to my room. A shower and a nap would do wonders for my attitude. Or at least I hoped they would.
Chapter Twelve
Three days into being at the compound I’d proven to Daniel, Claudia, and Raphael that I was a walking disaster when it came to magic. Every spell I tried backfired. I attempted to light a candle, but it exploded, splattering me with melted wax. Thank God for my Were healing abilities. That wax was freaking hot.
I tried to levitate an object and it flew through the roof, making a nice hole in the ceiling. That had stopped practice for a while. But at least now I could say I knew some serious home repair skills.
When Daniel suggested we try an invisibility spell, I’d succeeded in turning my clothes invisible. That had been mortifying. And if Dastien knew what’d happened, and that Daniel actually got an eyeful, he’d flip. The guy would be blind or dead. As it was, I suddenly felt really exposed around Daniel. No one had gotten such an intimate look at me in…ever.
I felt like a complete moron. It wasn’t like I was failing on purpose. I was following the spells to the letter, but nothing worked for me. It seemed the harder I tried, the worse the damage got. I was seriously starting to wonder if I belonged with the coven at all.
I’d met a couple other people around the compound, but for the most part, I was a bit of a pariah. How I was supposed to befriend all these people, let alone figure out which one was supposed to be the next leader, was beyond me.
To add insult to injury, I was a hot mess when it came to missing Dastien. I hated the needy feeling that was eating me up inside. It was like I was drowning and anxious all the time. And it was all because I was missing my mate. My other half.
Pathetic.
I’d been fine being alone before I met him. Why did I suddenly feel like half a person?
During the mornings, the other coven members had meetings and classes. Any group lessons were held at the little schoolhouse down the road a ways. Daniel told me that the older brujos helped the younger ones with their studies there. Most of them did homeschooling lessons during the afternoon, but Daniel had finished his work for the semester way early, so he usually spent afternoons attempting to teach me.
While he was busy in the morning, I took to exercising. The need to change grew stronger everyday, but I’d agreed to live as a bruja, which meant no shifting. A deal was a deal. I’d stick to it even if it killed me.
As I made my fifteenth lap around the compound that morning, a car pulled through the gate. The driver was someone I recognized. I grinned, and jogged over.
“Tia Rosa.”
“Hola, mijita. Como estas?”
Completely shitty was the truth, but she didn’t need to hear that I was going slowly going mad from being cut off from my mate. “I’m getting by.”
She grumbled. “That’s what I thought.” She put on the little glasses that hung around her neck and gripped my face with her hands. As she stared into me, she tugged on the skin under my eyes.
I blinked and jerked away. What was that about?
“Hmmm. Interesting.” She pulled the glasses off.