He wasn’t going to be my best friend. I had two of those. He was going to be my biggest heartache. I didn’t need a fortune teller to tell me that. I was already slightly cracked because of him. He was too damn charming. He should have been born a Kamlock. Even without magical blood and the ability to cast spells, he could charm a room full of females. He’d managed to charm me, and I was the one who had been born charmed.

That thought made me grin.

FIFTEEN: THE WINE

Fifteen

The Wine

Sitting on the sofa wrapped in Margo’s red fuzzy blanket, I pretended to watch an episode of The Office that I had seen several times. The Office was my go to show when I needed a laugh. Tonight, it wasn’t working. I found humor in nothing.

Heath was sitting beside me, and he didn’t appear to be watching the television either. Glancing at him, I noticed he was busy texting someone, but I didn’t look over to see who. Heath had been single longer than his norm. When he had said he was taking a break from women, I hadn’t believed that would last as long as it had. I wouldn’t be surprised if he was texting a new romantic interest. Hopefully this time he found one that wasn’t crazy. It was highly doubtful, though. Heath attracted the worst females.

Margo was flirting with Duely in the kitchen. He’d come over to cook dinner even though I wasn’t sure how good Duely’s cooking was. His fridge had been pathetic this morning, but anything was better than Margo’s cooking. Duely also knew I’d want to go back to his place tonight. He’d come over with the excuse of cooking for us when it was just a way to check on me. There had been no sign of the stalking warlock though. I’d told him as much in a quiet whisper after he arrived. Although I’d spent the majority of the day inside this apartment, the idea that he might show up here worried me. I’d cast a protection around the building earlier, but I didn’t know if I was strong enough for whatever he was. I wouldn’t bring danger to my friends. Duely and I both being here was probably safer for them than my not being here at all.

As much as I wanted to see Greta and hug her while silently placing a rune of peace and ease around her, I knew she was surrounded by her family. She needed them more than she needed an incantation. Magic wasn’t always the answer. It manipulated things, and, often, that was to benefit fate, but I believed the love of family was stronger. I didn’t have that, but I had seen its power in others.