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“See, that’s the thing. It is strange, and it’s also not. I’ve been without Clawdicat for a few days now. It might be because I’ve not been at home and haven’t had time, but I haven’t missed her. Some part of me has easily accepted that you are one and the same. You are Clawdicat. And I’ve not been treating you like you are, so I’m sorry.”
I didn’t know what to say, so I said nothing. The sound of the car engine was the only noise filling the silence.
He knew she was me? What did that mean? He liked Clawdia and Clawdicat?
I was so confused, and referring to myself in third person was making it harder to make sense of it all.
After a little while, I laughed.
“What?” he asked.
“You said you hadn’t been treating me like Clawdicat. Then I imagined you trying to shoo me out of a room or tell me to move off something while I’m human. It entertained me.”
He laughed too. “I think you’d be more obedient as a human.”
“Probably,” I agreed.
“Did you ignore me to wind me up?”
I laughed. “Made the days go faster, I suppose.”
He chuckled and asked, “Do you remember when you knocked over that statue Lydia bought me for Christmas? That abstract kangaroo one?”
I nodded. “You shouted at me.” A playful pout stopped me from grinning.
“I had to. Lydia was watching.” He gave me an apologetic look but then grinned. “But I was so glad you smashed it. It was fucking hideous. Looked like a cock and balls.”
I laughed and jumped in my seat. “I knew it! I knew you weren’t angry. Your lips were twitching.”
Charlie’s half grin at my enthusiastic response made a flush rise to my cheeks. “Weird to think you were you and not an annoying house cat.”
“They aren’t mutually exclusive.” I raised a brow and smirked, my confidence rising after completing my self-assigned spy task and remembering my cheeky cat persona.
Bantering with Charlie was everything I’d wanted for the past two years. I loved it. It was exactly as I imagined.
I knew him. I’d spent time with him and replied to everything he’d ever said, but until now, he’d never heard that. And the appreciation I saw in his eyes made me feel amazing.
“Clearly.” He chuckled and then frowned. “I felt terrible because you didn’t come round for ages after that.”
“I couldn’t. I was getting too—” I stopped, swallowing the word that almost escaped.
Jealous.
He stared at me funny, clearly curious, but a sizzling sound interrupted his thoughts, and he looked out the window. Smoke rose from the bonnet, and the car suddenly jolted with three coughs, throwing both of us forward. Charlie’s arm swung out across my seat to help the seat belt keep me inside the vehicle.
“What happened?” I asked, as the car stopped.
Charlie’s eyes were dark and angry. “Fuck!” he shouted and banged the steering wheel. “Why is nothing simple?” He got out of the car and stomped toward the bonnet. Steam erupted as he opened it. He coughed and turned his face away.
“Shit.” He looked at where I was hovering by the passenger door. “You know, I think the guys are right. Maybe we are cursed.”
I gasped as I remembered what Debbie had said. “Charlie, you might be.”
His brow furrowed. “You don’t need to sound so excited about it.”
“No. Debbie, the leader witch, was there tonight. She said there was a bad luck curse on anyone who went into her witch space. She asked if I knew anything about it.”
“You’re fucking joking,” he growled.
