“I thought you were dating Blair?” Clover says.

“We go on dates, but I wouldn’t seriously date a girl like Blair. She’s the type of girl you fuck until you find a woman worth marrying.”

“Someone like me?”

“Yeah, someone sweet and innocent like you. Not some goth bitch wannabe.”

I’m seething, but I let the next memo start.

“She’s a huge bitch. It surprised me you were dating,” Clover’s annoying voice says.

“Like I said, babe, she’s not the one I want. I want your sweet, tight pussy. Not some washed-up slut.” I hear a shuffling of clothes and what sounds like crinkling paper, before Clover moans loudly over the recording.

Knowing the recordings will disappear, I record my screen and sit through, listening to them again.

I can feel smoke coming from my palms, and I can’t help it when I let out a loud scream, the only way I know how to let out this anger and unfurling magic inside of me. My magic is thrumming under my veins, needing release. It causes the walls to rattle, and it doesn’t take long for Stevie to come running through the door. My cheeks feel hot, but I won’t cry over the bastard.

“Blair!” Stevie shouts as she answers the door. I’m pacing the small office, kicking milk crates and unclenching my fists. “What’s wrong?”

I hand her my phone, and she looks confused for a moment before she presses play.

“Holy fuck,” she whispers, and I nod. “Blair, your irises are red. You need to pull your glamour back up.”

I let out a guttural noise from my throat as I try to focus. This always happens when I can’t control my emotions. I’m usually able to hold the glamour on my eyes without thinking about it. They change color to my emotions, and that’s not something I want people to see, supernatural or not.

“I’m going to curse him so fucking hard, Stevie. Make it so no person will ever love him again, that he will go bald, that his dick will never get hard again. I’m going to give him such bad backne that he can’t even sleep on his back anymore. I’m going to hex the living shit out of him, that every time he has to pee, a little bit comes out, and he always has piss dribble on his pants. I’m going to make him loathe the day he ever thought to use me like this.” I’m still pacing, trying to calm myself down.

“You can’t do that, Blair,” Stevie says softly.

“And why the fuck not? He deserves it.”

“I agree, he deserves it. But you are already on what strike with the council for intervening with the humans?” She shrugs, and I know she’s right. I’m just one infraction away from a tribunal with the council. If I fuck up hugely again, the council could imprison me, or worse.

I tug on the strands of my hair. “They won’t find out,” I say, trying to reason with her.