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“Okay, I can do that,” Finn replies after a brief pause. He brings my palm to his lips and kisses it, flicking his tongue out a little and I gasp. “You’re so fucking beautiful, honey. You’ve got skin I just want to put my hands all over. But as you said, there’s something growing between us and I don’t want to rush it. Let’s just take it easy for now. You’ve still got Marcel’s lust potion in you and I want to be sure that you letting me kiss you isn’t just somehow connected to that.”
I smile and lean into him, resting my head in the crook of his neck. “I didn’t think you had such a romantic streak,” I grin.
His thumb brushes against my hip and he pulls me into a hug. “Wait and see, Petal. I’m just full of surprises.”
The way he says it makes me clench my thighs together. Finn rewinds the movie back to where we left off and we snuggle up to watch it.
Chapter Six
Everyday I Love You Less and Less
The next morning I wake up surrounded by Finn, and not for the first time. Only now after our little heart to heart last night I’m in far more danger of giving in to my hormones. Finn’s still sleeping, so I force myself to get out of bed and go to my own room.
Later on he doesn’t question why I left. We eat a quick breakfast with Ira and then the two of them leave me at the house to head off to report to Pamphrock, who has apparently set his slayers to work on making massive amounts of Rita’s chaos killing spray. Although instead of using crappy plastic spray bottles, they’re putting it into modified fire extinguishers. Now why didn’t we think of that?
Rita and I resume our studies in her RV, both searching for information on Rebecca’s spell and saving my dad. It’s when I come across the book from yesterday, the one about other dimensions and their inhabitants, that I stop and think.
I go to the page at the front with the publishing info. The date reads 1993. That was only two decades ago. Perhaps this E.J. Edwards guy is still alive? I could find him and question him about how he knows all this stuff. Has he been to another dimension? And more importantly, has he ever been to the hell dimension where my dad is currently suffering?
There’s a hard knock on the door of the RV that startles me out of my thoughts. I shoot Rita a questioning glance.
“That’ll be my new client. I told him to come over today.”
“Oh, you’re taking clients again?”
“Yep. I haven’t met this guy before, but a regular of mine referred him. Apparently he wants me to cast a spell that’ll boost his self-confidence and help him to move up the ladder at work.” She rolls her eyes, pushing aside the stack of books she’d been looking through, and gets up to answer the door.
She opens it to reveal a tall, brown haired man wearing trendy black glasses and an immaculate white shirt.
“Hey, Damien isn’t it? Come on in.” She stands aside and the guy steps into the RV. She’s eyeing him in a strange way, like she’s either suspicious of him or she’s up to something. Or both. He’s so tall that the top of his head is skimming the ceiling.
“I have something I need to do,” I tell her. “Do you mind if I borrow this book for a while? I’ll return it later on.”
“Sure, have at it,” she replies, waving me off, and I leave her to her session with tall Damien.
I go into Finn’s living room, borrowing his laptop. I skim down the front page of On Other Dimensions and Their Inhabitants again. When I type the publishing house into an online search engine I discover that it’s actually some kind of offshoot of the Oxford University Press. Then I type in the name E.J. Edwards and the guy I’m looking for pops up as the first result.
He’s a professor of Physics at Oxford. When I look at his profile there’s a picture of a little grey haired man of about seventy, but his bio is pretty normal for a professor. In oth
er words, there’s nothing at all that would lead you to believe he had an interest in the supernatural, or that he once wrote a book about other dimensions.
I do a little more digging to find the phone number for the Department of Physics at Oxford, and look up the international code for the UK before calling it up. I get through to a very chirpy receptionist, who informs me that Professor Edwards is currently on a year long sabbatical, but if I’d like to leave a message she’d be happy to pass it on to him.
“Um, would it be possible to get another number where I can reach him? It’s sort of a private matter that I need to discuss.” This lady would probably think I was pranking her if I tried telling her why I want to talk to Edwards.
“I can’t give out his personal contact information, I’m afraid,” she tells me. “However, I can give you his university email. I know he checks his messages there at least once a week.”
“Oh. Okay, yeah I’ll take his email then.”
I scribble it down and we say our polite goodbyes. Then I open up a new document and try to form a coherent explanation as to why I’m writing to him. The words jumble around in my head, but then when I start typing it all spills out. I tell him how I recently came across his book, and in as simple terms as I can muster I explain my predicament. The worst that could happen would be for him to disregard the email or send me a message back telling me I’m a nut.
I copy and paste the message into an email and hit send. All I can do now is wait and see what happens. I shut down Finn’s laptop and pick up the book to bring it back out to Rita. She’s still busy with Damien, but she says I can come in and watch if I’d like. Damien nods, saying he’s okay with it, so I decide I might as well stay and see what goes on in these sessions of Rita’s.
She’s currently sitting at the small table across from Damien, muttering in Latin and mashing up a bunch of herbs with a pestle and mortar.
“So, how do you two know each other?” Damien asks.
If I’m not mistaken, there’s a little bit of a tremble in his voice. It’s like he’s nervous to be here with us, or maybe he’s just wary of Rita’s strange mutterings and herb crushing.
