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Emily blushed and leaned her elbows on the counter.
We had all of the things that Ember needed, and she started sorting them in front of her.
“Okay, you can all sit down. Emily, I need you next to me.” Ember smoothed the map out. She then placed the vial of Lyrica’s blood into one of the bowls and grabbed an ancient looking dagger from her bag. She held out her hand and Emily blanched. “Don’t look so scared. I need a little blood. It will just be a little prick.”
Emily sighed and put her hand in Ember’s, palm up. Ember pushed the point of the dagger into Emily’s palm and a bead of blood formed. Ember flicked the blade to create a small cut. Emily hissed but didn’t pull away. Ember turned her hand to hang above the bowl, and we all watched as blood trickled into the bowl to create a little puddle in the center.
After a minute Ember motioned for the towel, put it over the cut and nudged Emily’s hand to Griffin. I sat on the other side of Ember, and it was all I could do not to stand up and wrap Emily’s hand myself. Griffin grabbed the bandage, wiped the cut, and started wrapping her hand. He smiled at Emily encouragingly, and I was sure there was something else in his look. He patted her hand when he was done, and everyone turned back to the map.
“Are you a witch?” Griffin asked Ember.
She looked at him, her eyes were human, but they had a golden tint. Ember smiled coyly, “No, I’m human. I just have a handful of non-human gifts. It’s made me a bit of an outsider in the paranormal world and the human one. But it’s manageable when you find good friends.” She looked at me and touched my arm. Emily stared at her hand for a moment. I could see her trying to puzzle through what our relationship was.
“Well, welcome to the group. We’re all a bunch of outsiders here, except Mr. Popular,” Griffin said and grinned at me. “One big strange family.”
I chuckled, despite the tension that had filled the apartment. Emily and Ember laughed as well, and suddenly the room felt a little lighter as the mood lifted.
The front door burst open and we all jumped. Morgan closed the door and paused when she turned to us. “Am I interrupting?”
“So many powerful women in one room. This is looking more like a party,” Griffin joked and Morgan rolled her eyes. I noticed that Ember hadn’t taken her eyes off of the witch, nor did she say anything, which wasn’t normal for her. Her brows knitted but she shook herself and smiled tensely.
Morgan took Ember in and sighed before sitting down between Griffin and Emily. No greeting or smile in return. I forgot how sour Morgan’s personality was. It seemed she would turn it on Ember now.
