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Chapter 11
Trixie
I wasn’t sure what Dominic was playing at, essentially delivering an eviction notice mere seconds after the events of last night. It felt like a jab, a knife to the gut after the way he’d held me close, the way he’d cared for me when I’d been practically comatose.
“Maybe it was all bad timing,” Emmy said. “I’ll bet you he’s got a team of lawyers on this sort of thing. He had a head of security for crying out loud, Trix. He probably didn’t even know the letters were going out today.”
“Yeah, but the whole team is still working for him.” I strapped on a pair of goggles. “Are you going to help me or not?”
“I don’t really think we need to go this far.”
“Fine,” I said, studying the sprawl of vials and potions and supplies spread out on the dining room table before me. “Thanks for letting me use your lab.”
I didn’t know how to work ten percent of what Emmy had in her lab. But I did know for a fact that my little packet of hog’s hair should never be mixed with giant squid ink at the risk of it creating a toxic potion that’d blow my hair right off. So that was what I was going to do.
I had a plan. I reached for a petri dish and fished out a couple of hog’s hairs. I grabbed the bottle of giant squid ink and shook it, eyeing it up as I procrastinated, feeling Emmy practically hyperventilating next to me.
“Yes,” I muttered, loud enough for her to hear, “this should do the trick.”
“Oh, you’re hopeless.” Emmy finally swept in next to me. “If you combine those two ingredients, you won’t have eyebrows for a month.”
“Are you offering to help me?”
“Fine, I’ll guide you, but I’m not touching anything. I’m definitely not taking responsibility for this stupid hate hex. It could get me kicked out of grad school before I even start.”
“That’s fair,” I said, gleeful my slightly nefarious plan had worked to get Emmy’s assistance. She simply couldn’t handle the thought of a potion gone wrong when she could step in and fix things. I rubbed my hands together, cracked my knuckles. “I was thinking we give Dom a taste of the real world.”
“The real world?” Emmy frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Just a harmless hex to let the billionaire vampire know how it’ll feel when we lose our home.”
Emmy sighed again. “I don’t like the look in your eye.”
“Then don’t look into my eyes. Hand me that dropper full of green sludge.”
I TOOK THE FINISHED vial of what Emmy lovingly referred to as my hate hex up to the penthouse around four a.m. I didn’t think it was a hate hex so much as a little eye-opener for the big guy upstairs. And yes, I was talking about the vampire.
Dominic Kent was having trouble understanding why someone like me might have issues around letting go of my apartment. Sentimental reasons aside, there was the sheer financial aspect of it that would wreck me.
I wouldn’t be able to get a shack in The Hollow with my current income. If I moved within an hour of city limits, I’d be living in a dump. I doubted Dominic Kent had ever lived in a dump. Maybe he wouldn’t be so cavalier about stealing my home if he understood everything that entailed.
I took one more look at the vial as the elevator stopped on the penthouse floor. I didn’t have a keycard to get into his place, but I’d planned for that. The potion was designed to seep beneath the door and target Dominic Kent’s space. Nobody else would be affected.
The effects of the potion would only last for about five hours. Long enough to make him uncomfortable. Not long enough to warrant a call to the police. Or so I hoped.
The smoke in the vial swirled a pretty pink. Emmy had added the color as an afterthought because it “seemed less nefarious” to her if the hate hex was pink.
I uncorked the vial, dumped the potion that was an odd mix between a liquid and a gas, onto the floor. I watched while the potion hunted for a path into Dominic’s penthouse. Once it isolated the little opening beneath the elevator doors, it gathered together like a little pink snake and slithered through.
“Fly, my little birdie,” I whispered to the magic. “Be free.”
Then I quickly punched the elevator button to return to my floor.
“You did it?” Emmy leaned against the counter and took a sip of her wine. “You released the potion outside of his door?”
“It’s done.” I clapped my hands once to show her the vial was empty. Then I headed over to putz with a little fern I’d set above the kitchen counter to get some sunlight. “You’re looking better, buddy.”
Emmy downed her wine. “I’m going to bed. And when Dominic breaks down your door asking questions, I’m playing dumb.”
