Chapter 10
Kizzy had to give in and admit the threat was very real. She trusted Ruth’s intuition, and her psychic alarms were going off big-time.
Even though her father’s idea seemed ridiculous, she hadn’t been able to come up with anything better to require an emergency leave of absence while staying home. So here she sat, blind and interviewing a werewolf, who planned to protect her by posing as her seeing-eye dog.
She didn’t like it, but she insisted on putting the spell on herself. If anyone had done it for her, she might not know how to reverse the blindness properly. She would only feel okay with this crazy idea if she had total control over how and when she could see again. Still, the whole thing rankled. “This is stupid. Why can’t I just pretend to be blind?”
Kizzy’s father sighed loudly.
“Have you met you?” Ruth asked. “You’re not the best actress.”
“And blindness is a very difficult thing to fake,” her father added.
“I know.”
The werewolf spoke up. “It’s very normal to distrust someone you’ve just met. Putting your faith in me to keep you safe while you’re completely blind is asking a lot.”
He had been introduced to her before she went blind, and the six-foot-three blond hulk could probably protect her very well. But when he became a wolf, would she need protection fromhim?
“I don’t doubt that you can keep me safe. But what about the full moon?”
“You will stay inside with me on the full moon,” her father said.
“And Mr. Wolfensen?”
“I’ll be with my pack.”
That was not reassuring. She didn’t know where his pack went on those nights, and thinking about it made her a little nervous. What if she accidentally wound up there some evening?
“Where is your pack?” she asked.
“They run a private school out in the suburbs.”
That wasn’t the answer she’d expected. Werewolves running a private school? Unless…there were little werewolves who needed an education.Oh dear.She was feeling more and more vulnerable. As a witch, she realized the supernatural world was real, but every time she learned the truth about some paranormal legends, it blew her mind anyway.
“Keep in mind that I’m trusting you too. A witch could do some damage if she wanted to.”
Kizzy snorted. “It’s not like I’m going to point my wand in the wrong direction and accidentally zap you with it.”
“I don’t know many witches. The ones I know are sweet as can be,most of the time. But like anyone else, they have their moments.”
“Have any of them tried to harm you?”
“No. Not at all. In fact, the only one I know well told me there was some kind of rule against it. Something called the rule of three, I think.”
Kizzy nodded. “Yes. That’s one karmic kick in the acorns. Most witches have to worry about the type of magic they do. If at any point they attempt black magic, it will backfire on them three times.”
“Ouch,” he said. “That seems excessive.”
“Tell me about it.”
“You said most witches? Does that mean you’re not affected?”
“I’ve never tested the theory, and I don’t intend to.” Kizzy stated a fact, but it may have come out sounding a little intense.
“Good. I feel safer already.” Mr. Wolfensen chuckled.
“Protection and healing spells are my specialty,” Kizzy said. “My sister’s talents lie in the psychic and female empowerment areas.”
