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“As long as you don’t want anything more strenuous than a toastie, yes it does.” I locked the door and followed him across the room. He leaned against the counter while I walked around to make his coffee and then the toasted sandwiches. “What did you mean this morning when you said ‘for the moment’?”
He sighed and crossed his arms. I couldn’t help but notice just how well the shirtsleeves defined his arms. “There are some members of the council who believe it’s something more than a coincidence that these supernatural events coincided with your arrival in the reservation.”
I blinked, not sure whether to laugh or cry. “They think we’re behind it all?”
“Yeah.” He shook his head. “Let’s just say that common sense and some of the older members of the council aren’t always good friends.”
“That’s putting it far too politely, in my opinion.” I slid his coffee across the bench, then turned on the sandwich press and got out the bread and butter. “What’s their reasoning behind such a warped opinion?”
“That you were aware of the witch ban and have been creating these supernatural events to provide a reason for your presence in the reservation.”
I snorted. “I’m guessing it escaped their notice that we applied for permission to open this café as psychics, not witches.”
“No. In fact, they’re using that subterfuge as more evidence to back their argument.”
The fuckers behind this warped view wouldn’
t want to be coming into the café, Belle commented. Because they will very quickly find themselves marched right back out.
Whatever happened to forgive and forget?
In this case, it’s well and truly forgotten.
“I’m gathering,” Aiden said, his tone dry, “that you and Belle are having a conversation.”
My gaze rose to his. “Yes. How can you tell?”
“Your expression gets distracted. Dare I ask what she was saying?”
“She was contemplating what she’d do to those councilors if they ever stepped foot in this café.”
He raised an eyebrow. “I thought it was witch creed to do unto others?”
“It is, and given they’re contemplating kicking us out, her actions would be rather fitting. Do you want chicken, beef, turkey, or strasburg on your sandwich?”
“Would it be pushing it if I said one of each?”
I snorted. “Don’t they feed you back home?”
“Mom keeps stating I’m old enough to make my own damn breakfast.”
“Which you are.”
“Yeah, but it’s still nice not to have to cook for yourself occasionally.”
“Does that mean you’ll return the favor and cook breakfast for me one day?”
“Love to.”
“Good.” I finished putting together his four sandwiches, and placed them under the press. “So why aren’t we being kicked out immediately if that’s their view? What are they waiting for?”
“Two things, the first being the arrival of the RWA witch today.”
I opened the press and flipped his sandwiches over. “What the hell have they got to do with the situation?”
“They wish to question him about the wellspring situation, and how it could possibly be the source of the evil finding its way here.”
“Good, because whomever the RWA send will certainly put the bastards straight about the danger they’ve put everyone in.” I grabbed a plate, stacked up his sandwiches, and handed them across. “What was the other thing?”
