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My dark grin emerges as I light them up, not holding back for once.
My laughter sounds nothing like hers, because there’s never any humor to it.
Chapter 10
ELLA
“Alright, alright. You’ve had your fun. Help me undo this,” Dice gripes, turning his back to me.
Still laughing and ignoring the sensation of being watched, since it’s constant, I unzip the dress.
“I wish Shay could have seen this. Ever since you set Chaz up to land in the room with her and Frankie while they were sexing it up, she’s needed revenge.”
“First of all,” he says as he starts shimmying out of the dress, “that psycho witch posing as a hippie is going by Abigail now, because bitch be crazy and she has a lot of enemies. Secondly, I didn’t make that happen. I just set up the dominos.”
“Completely different,” I state seriously, even as I work to stop laughing, because it really does hurt now.
He unfastens his bra, which has me laughing harder, because he’s still in some underskirt thing.
Just as he gets the bra unfastened, the outfit is suddenly back on, and I step back, confused for a brief second. Dice sucks in a breath as he whirls around with wide, horrified eyes.
“No!” he yelps, then rips the dress off.
It reappears, fully intact, in the next blink.
“Holy early Christmas. This is really happening,” I say on a choked laugh as he frantically starts shredding the stuffing out of his chest, letting it deflate.
In the next instant, it re-inflates, and he whimpers as he starts shaking his head.
“This can’t be happening!” he shouts.
I lose it, laughing so hard as he shrieks and continues to unsuccessfully remove his clothing.
“That cheating bitch! She said three hours!” Dice harps, still not giving up.
“Technically, she said she’d only keep you for three hours. There was no statute of limitation on what she could do to you,” I say through my guffaws.
He glares at me. “Are you going to let her manipulate you like that?! Go stand up for yourself, woman! She’s making a mockery of you!”
“Actually, she’s making a mockery of you. And I’m okay with that.”
“Cactuses and pricks!” he says, waving an accusatory finger at me.
“Relax, it can’t last for long. She’s a dark user. Not a hexer,” I tell him dismissively as I grow distracted.
Familiar power is pulsing over me, and I turn, looking into the woods.
“Just how long can it last?” Dice asks in a high octave before clearing his throat.
I see a flash of power lighting up through the trees, then another, and another.
“Dice, go home,” I say as I wave my hand and send him away before he can argue.
He’s dematerialized, unable to return on his own, and I take off sprinting through the woods, dodging things that shoot out from hidden places when I make too much noise.
Narrowly, I dodge a massive shadow that can’t be good, and I roll to my feet, shifting my direction when that blast of power brightens to the right.
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