“Talk, now. He’s going to call my friends and my cousin. They’ll all show up here, and I just don’t need this today. What is it you want?” Figuring this creeper out wasn’t happening this time. Rathe had ended that. One more thing to hold against Rathe.

“You know how to survive without the Kamlocks. It was time you broke free from that insane bunch of bitches. Use your fucking witchery voodoo and stop trying to be so motherfucking human. It exhausts me,” he said then tossed his cigarette down. It never hit the ground. It just evaporated into thin air much like he had done before. This time he winked at me “I’m not a fan of polluting the earth.” Then he turned and walked away. I watched him wanting to call out and ask him to tell me who he was and to stop stalking me. But I didn’t want Rathe to hear me. Damn Rathe.

I glanced back at his car and lifted my fingers from my side subtly. “Resigno,” I whispered, without moving my lips. Then I checked back to my departing pain in the ass. He was crossing the four lane still visible and normal in appearance. I got very little from that conversation. I knew he would show back up but I was almost positive he meant me no harm. He was currently just a weird creeper who I wished would leave me alone.

Sighing, I looked back at the Charger to see Rathe had realized his door was no longer stuck and he could get out. Rathe’s eyes weren’t on me, but he was out of the car and headed toward me with a determined stride, but his gaze was locked on my departing visitor. I was about to have to lie several times, and I wasn’t sure what lies I was going to use. This was such a nuisance I wanted to just toss out an enchantment to make him forget what he saw or that his doors were locked. Even not liking him very much I couldn’t do it to him. Messing with memory was not good for the human brain.

“Are you okay?” he asked, wrapping a hand around my arm the moment he was close enough. I glanced down at his hand and knew it was a protective gesture. As if the warlock came back he could do anything to help me if needed. My world was not for him and that reminder was well timed. Much of the pent-up anger and hurt I was holding against him began to fall away. He’d saved himself last night and didn’t even know it. I should be thankful he hadn’t wanted me. I wouldn’t be the one to have to let him go. There would be no tears and heartbreak as I pushed him away.