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“You think her appetite is up since she’s not taking those pills?”My wolf’s inquiry actually made me curious. Since she hadn’t taken her dose today, I worried about the withdrawal symptoms that would hit her sooner or later.
I’d have to make sure the others kept an eye on her, but so far, she’d been good.
At least on the outside.
I bet she had plenty on her mind -I didn’t blame her -and after what we’d discussed back at her place, it was becoming clear whom our enemy was.
Where would that leave Aurelia and her men?
The misfit witch had grown on all of us, even if we didn’t want to admit it, but would she be willing to pull away from the Clementine family?
From the Coven that supported her financially and magically?
It was a hard gamble to think about because I wasn’t sure if any of us would be able to do the same in her shoes. I guessed the bigger problem was whether Aurelia knew the extent of the witches on the “evil” side versus those who were on our side of the dark world.
We weren’t innocent in nature. We killed, shed blood without a second thought, and would go to great lengths to remind anyone who questioned our ability to ruin their lives and foundations, but we respected territories. We grasped that we couldn’t be the leaders of everything, but maybe that was what it looked like to the Coven.
With Willow in the picture and how “multifunctional” she now was thanks to her being a royal wolf with enough magic affinity to be on the court and a pack of seven deadly men and a warlock as her right-hand man, it really seemed like she had a flush of cards and could win any game with a flick of her fingers.
I doubted many had heard of Loki’s addition into our pack, but once we waltzed into the open, it would become clear that another Charm was a part of the crew - one everyone would be curious in identifying.
It wouldn’t take long before they put two and two together, and alas. Many, the good and the evil, would know Willow just secured the royal knight of the evil queen.
Giving her yet another advantage.
Could Aurelia stand her ground and convince the Coven that Willow wasn’t a threat unless they made her into one?
“The witch doesn’t have the willpower to go against her own.”My wolf may have been right about that which was why I worried our Sweetness would be straining her pretty head with ways to try to get her bestie out of this predicament.
"You know your way inside, correct?” I inquired as I looked over to the driver. He quickly nodded and rushed to the car. I left him there, knowing he’d do as he’d been sent to do.
New guys always acted like this. They were nervous messes that didn’t want to upset me. I guessed they would hear rumors of what would happen if one disobeyed me or tried to give me attitude.
Or the rare few who thought they could go to the authorities regarding the “suspicious activities” being done to the ”models” in my studio.
Regardless of this guy’s nerves, he’d been rather loyal as of late and didn’t give me odd vibes. He’d eventually get used to all of this while enjoying the fruits of his labor.
By the time I took the elevator down, Willow was done with the cheese slice in her hand.
Or the entire cheese pizza to be exact.
Why was it so fucking amusing to see her happily humming as she sat cross-legged on the art stool I normally sat upon, surrounded by my painting tools? Her gleaming face only further lit up when she saw the bag of wings in my grasp.
“Mine?”
“Yours,” I assured her as I reached her. “Buffalo or honey garlic?”
She didn’t need to think about it. “Both?”
“All yours,” I assured her. “Make sure you drink water.”
“Right,” she agreed and was already opening the two bowls of wings and gazing between them like she had to choose between a bowl of gold coins and a bowl of silver ones.
She ended up starting with the Buffalo ones, saying something about eating the hot ones first and the sweet ones after to cool her mouth.
After getting her a bottle of water and a glass of milk to aid with the extremely hot wings, I took a pepperoni slice for myself and began to arrange the place in my mind. I already had an idea brewing that would work perfectly with Emmanuel’s persona.
It would be a beautiful piece of work that emphasized the consequences betrayal brought to those who committed the crime.
