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No, but… “I don’t feel much different.”
Callius shrugs. “Claudette’s spell was already failing—possibly because of her death. And, as I’m sure a Sun Witch of your stature knows, a witch’s power is stronger when it stems from the land of her ancestors.” His tone says he totally knows that I did not know that.
“Of course,” I say, trying to sound bored.
You never show your enemy weakness, and I’m still not sure whether this warlock is a friend or foe.
Maybe he’s neither. I might be a little on edge.
“Since that is now taken care of, the only thing left to discuss is the Dumont home. I already have a handful of buyers interested in the property. All you have to do is name your price and we can have this settled before your flight home.”
“I thought you were just tending to the place. Now you’re a real estate agent as well?”
“I consider myself a jack of all trades. You pick up a lot of skills when you’ve been alive as long as I have.”
“Right, you’ve got your fingers in a lot of pies, I get it.”
“So,” Callius says after a moment, a stray strand of white hair falling into the black. “What is your price?”
“There isn’t one. I haven’t even seen the house in twenty-five years and haven’t decided what to do about selling it yet.”
He doesn’t seem to like that answer.
Too bad. He may have done me a solid by removing the remnants of my grandmother’s spell, but Callius is a warlock, not a djinn. I’m not indebted to do him a favor in return.
Thank Gaia for that.
“What do you plan to do with a property so far from home? Looking to summer in New Orleans, away from the dreary overcast of Great Britain?”
“I don’t know. I didn’t even know there still was a house until a few hours ago. I want to see it before I decide.”
“Of course. I would be happy to bring you.”
“Perfect.” I push my chair out from the counter and stand, but Callius makes no move to do the same. “Sorry, did you want to finish your drink first?”
“Perhaps waiting until tomorrow would be better.” He stands, picking up the dirty dishes to place in the sink.
“Why put off until tomorrow what you can do today? I feel fine now that you’ve done away with the jacked-up disquiet spell jumbling my brain.”
“That isn’t what I’m worried about.” Callius walks over to the front window and pulls back the curtain. His quaint little yard is growing gray with the loss of light and the streetlights have blinked on beyond his white picket fence. “We don’t want you out alone at night.”
I want to argue, but I know he’s right. I should have finished setting my wards back in my hotel room and been half a bottle of wine deep by now.
“Fine. Tomorrow then.”
“Shall I call a car for you in the morning?” He leads me back through his house to the front door, pausing with his hand resting over the knob.
“No, don’t bother. The hotel I’m staying at isn’t far. Now that I have the address, I’ll find the place just fine.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yep. See you tomorrow morning. Bright and early.”
“Bright and early.” Callius nods, his annoyingly charming smile flashing annoyingly perfect white teeth.
Really… what did my grandmother see in him?
CHAPTER FIVE
