Free The Carver's Magic by B. L. Brooklyn Page B

"Nope. Haven't seen her since she went back home after she graduated." Louie is human and has no idea that Enora is a fairy. She is not as stuck up as the other fairies that won’t even look at another person unless they are the same race. Enora is free to play wherever she wants.
    "Ah, so it's cool then, right?" He asks with a hopeful smile and looking past me. I don’t have to see who he is looking at to know that Enora is there. And more possibly, she saw me with Cory. Not that we did anything, or ever would. It’s just that I am sure she saw what I saw.
    "Yep it’s cool. You know I don't hold on to anyone."
    "Alright then. See you around." Louie gave me another half man hug and walked off. I turn around to look for Cory.
    Something is wrong. Every table is cleaned and the chairs are flipped up. Nobody cleans up that fast. I walked to the bar to see what else needs to be done and find everything clean, stacked and organized. This is not normal. This looks a lot like magic.
    I looked around and try to reflect on what I knew. First, Beth knew I was something else but didn’t flinch. Second, Beth also was not afraid of werewolves. It’s possible that there are a few humans who know about the other supernatural races. If she is a hunter she would have already tried to kill the wolves and me, so she wasn’t that either. Third is that when Cory said Carver, it was not really a question of curiosity, it a question of validation. I know enough pure bloods when I see them so I am confident that Cory and her sister are not true pure bloods. If by some chance Cory is a Carver she wouldn't be so freaking shy. All the Carvers I know act like me… and… Beth?
    Beth!
    Beth must be a Carver. That's why her sister would know what that means. That’s why they look nothing alike. That's who cleaned the tables and bar, that's why she was not afraid of the werewolf from the other night; and that's possibly why the poser was keeping tabs on her tonight.
    Wait a minute. Enora was here tonight, too. She wouldn’t have been able to leave home again unless she was given permission. The fairies don’t leave home without permission and a good reason, furthermore, they don’t get involved with anyone else but their kind.
    What the hell was Enora doing at the bar then?
    * * *
    Sunday night, jazz night with live bands. Cory is going out of her way to avoid me. If it were anyone else, I don't think I would have minded, but Cory is different. It is almost as if she is trying to force herself to stay away from me, even though I know the pull I feel for her goes both ways. I know why I wasn’t giving in to the pull, but I couldn’t imagine why she isn’t giving in. If her sister is a Carver, then she would want me even more. Right? I mean, we are on the top of the magical food chain.
    Maybe that is the reason she is keeping her distance. Although I didn't get the vibe that she is scared of me. I bet she thought she knew all about Carvers because of Beth, but she knows nothing about the amount of power I carry in my veins. With one word I could turn her world up side down.
    "Hey," Beth says, as she walks past with a case of beer.
    "Hey," I call back, as I cut up the rest of the oranges for the girly drinks and wheat beer.
    I am not one for beating around the bush and I figure it is best if I just call out the truth between us. I walk up to Beth as she is putting the bottles in the small refrigerator, "You're a Carver."
    "So are you," She says in a bored voice.
    I was right. Cory knows what a Carver is, and she ran to tell her sister.
    "Might want to cut down on the magic. No one cleans up that fast," I warn.
    Beth finishes putting the bottles in the mini-refrigerator and stood with the box cutter in hand. For a minute I wonder if she is threatening me, but then she began cutting the empty box. I shook my head that she was wasting time breaking down boxes the long way. I touch the sanitizer water and heated it up. I did the same to the soapy