Free Witch by Tara Brown

to
worry about.”
    “Four."
    He raised an eyebrow, "Four?"
    "Blake isn’t evil. I know him. He isn’t doing this on
purpose.”
    He didn’t want to touch that one with a mile long pole.
She had a hard time being wrong.
    He nodded and smiled.
    “Want to go kill shit?”
    He laughed, “What?” He wondered if she'd listened to
anything he'd said.
    Her demon smile crossed her lips, “I know someone who
deserves a visit from us.”
    He felt his stomach rumble, “I’m hungry. Can we eat first?”
He shivered remembering what she did the last time she was angry. She had
pulled the soul so violently that blood had shot from the person and splattered
everywhere. Lucas had loved it but Sam had nearly thrown up. Lucas had been
calling him Nancy ever since.
    “You go ahead and eat. I’m saving my appetite for later.”
    He scrunched up his nose, “You have that look. The one
where people bleed everywhere.”
    She laughed bitterly, “They taste better scared. I so get
what Dorian’s deal is with it. He likes them afraid before he does it too.”
    “Dealers are disgusting. I’m a lover not a fighter.” He
stood and lifted her up to her feet.
    “Yeah whatever. Every time we go anywhere we learn another
new talent of yours.” Her eyes turned serious again, “Thanks for letting me
miss him.”
    Sam shrugged, “You let me love Hanna and obsess about her
and even talked me out of trying to kill Marcus.”
    She pointed at him, “That would have been a mistake. You
would have died.”
    “Aleks would be alive instead of me. It would have been better
that way.”
    Her words were a whisper in the night air, “Never say that
Sam. He wouldn’t want it that way. He was better than us all.”
     
     

Chapter Thirteen
    Ophelia
     
    “You new?”
    Ophelia looked up from the picture she couldn’t take her eyes
off, to see the most beautiful girl she had ever seen in her life. She was
exotic.
    The girl frowned, “You speak English?”
    Ophelia laughed, “Sorry. Been a long day. Yeah I guess I’m
new.”
    The girl smiled, making her face so stunning Ophelia
almost had to look away, “Oh cool. I’m Giselle.” She sighed and slumped into
the chair beside her at the huge table.
    “I’m Ophelia.”
    “What flavor are you?” She twirled her hair and raised her
perfectly manicured eyebrows.
    Ophelia looked deeply into her dark eyes, “Is that a trick
question?” She nearly felt lost.
    Giselle looked at her and smiled dreamily, “No. You make
me feel funny. I meant what kind of monster are you?”
    "Monster? You mean like the wolf and the ghost?"
    Giselle smiled just as bright white fangs dropped out of
the plump lips.
    “AHHHH OH MY GOD!” Ophelia jumped up and backed away from
the table, "Oh my god. Oh my god. What are you?"
    Giselle put her hand up to her lips covering them, as if
she was ashamed, “Oh thnap thorry. Thtupid fangth. They’re like a dude’th
thingy. They jutht pop up randomly.”
    Ophelia grimaced, “What? What? Oh my god? What thingy? You
mean… oh my god.”
    She was backed against the counter completely, but still
trying to back away.
    Giselle laughed, “I’m not like gay or anything. I mean not
yet. Dorian thaid I might get bored, eventually. I gueth he had thith like
phathe. Anyway. Uhm yeah. Thorry. The blood rushed there and then they came.
Give it a minute and they’ll go away again. You just thmell so good.”
    Ophelia shook her head, completely confused, “I don’t know
what you’re saying.”
    She pointed to her face, “The fangth make my ethh thound
funny. I can't thay all the wordth. Like thally and thue and thorry and thupid.
It’th the fangth.”
    Ophelia started to laugh, “I know what the words are I
just don’t know what you mean. I’m-err-not-a-err monster.”
    Giselle walked toward her and focused her dark eyes
intently and spoke in a creepy voice slowly, “Look into my eyeth and hear my
voith. You will remember nothing that I thay. You didn’t thee my