Page 37 of Amber: Deja Brew

“Of course she could have.” Julian gapes at me. “She’s a witch. She’s already sabotaged the cafe with the spelled pebbles and the reviews. Why wouldn’t she curse our sink, too?”

“I’m not saying she wouldn’t, I just don’t think she did,” I tell him. “Erin said Minerva flew out this morning, right?”

“So?” Julian frowns at me.

“So she had to have spelled the sink while she was still in town.”

“Maybe she did it right before she stormed out last night,” Julian says.

“Did you see her cast any spells before she left?” I ask. “Not that it matters.”

“How does it not matter?” Wes asks. “She could have easily done it while we weren’t looking. Or broken back in when we were watching a movie, or after we went to bed.”

“I wouldn’t put it past her,” Chase chimes in. “That witch had a crazy glint in her eye.”

The fact that all three of my guys are the furthest thing you could be from Team Minerva makes me smile. But I can’t help adding, “I still don’t think it was her.”

“What makes you say that?” Zoe asks, though unlike my guys, she looks mildly curious. Not outright disbelieving. She’s also sitting on top of one of our tables cross-legged with her boots still on. It’s terribly unhygienic, and the whole surface is going to need a healthy dose of soap, water, and disinfectant, but that can wait. Plus, I can’t really be upset with her, since she’s the one who saved the day. If she wants to sit on our tables, she can have at it any time.

“You said that someone spelled the sink to spray water the minute we turned it on, right?” I ask.

“That’s right.” Zoe tilts her head slightly, like she’s trying to figure out where I’m going with this. “Hey, do you happen to have any popcorn?”

I don’t miss the way she smirks at Wes, and I realize she’s trying to rile him up. She’s obviously doing it in a bratty little sister kind of way—not in a poaching my man kind of way—which makes me smile. “No popcorn. But I can make you a Mood Tea?” I offer.

“Can you just tell us why you don’t think it’s Minerva, Ambear?” Wes growls, his tone laced with frustration.

I send a triumphant look at Zoe and then turn to my guys. “What happened when I turned on the water?”

“It sprayed everywhere,” Julian answers.

“Exactly!” I grin. “But Wes washed his hands this morning after cleaning up the broken mug, and the sink worked fine then.”

The bear shifter’s eyes grow wide. “You’re right! And you turned on the sink after lunch, and it wasn’t broken then, either.”

Julian runs a hand through his hair. “So it really wasn’t Mini?”

“No!” I shake my head triumphantly. Except then I just successfully defended Minerva Evil Montgomery, which puts a huge damper on things.

“So who do you think did it, then?” Wes frowns.

“That’s the question of the day, isn’t it?” Zoe says from her perch on the table. “Wish I had answers, but my skills end at fixing sinks.”