Page 41 of The Soulmate Bakery

I stood outside the dark-brown door that had a claw-shaped gold knocker and tried not to throw up on the porch. My hands were full – this time with the moonlit blueberry muffins that Ivy had thought were too risky when I’d tried to suggest them the first time.

But Melodie had loved the idea of them. They were intended to help werewolves with their shifts, and she was more than happy to let me to use the Treasure Trove’s kitchen for my experiment. So now I was armed with muffins and full of nerves that refused to dissipate. Just when I was sure I should leave, turn around and walk away, my phone buzzed.

I slipped it out and read the flurry of texts.

RAVEN

Stop freaking out

SOFIA

Yeah we can feel your panic from here.

RAVEN

Orion says to knock on the door already.

MAYA

Is he stalking me????

I looked up accusingly to the sky, trying to see a flash of silver among the clouds. But there wasn’t any.

RAVEN HAWTHORNE ADDED ORION-THORN-IN-MY-SIDE TO THE CHAT

ORION-THORN-IN-MY-SIDE

The ‘Unstable Spell Club’. Really?

SOFIA

Why am I not surprised you text with punctuation

ORION-THORN-IN-MY-SIDE

Why am I here?

RAVEN

Because I’m not being a messenger between you and Maya.

ORION-THORN-IN-MY-SIDE

Has she knocked on the door yet?

MAYA

No.

SOFIA

Maya!!

RAVEN

COME ON, MAYA.

ORION-THORN-IN-MY-SIDE