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“No. You really are cursed.”
“Fucking witches,” he yelled into the forest. I laughed, and he glared. “This isn’t funny.”
“It is a bit.” I smirked.
“How the fuck are we supposed to beat these bitches if luck isn’t on my side?” He paced, running his hand through his hair as he often did when he was stressed.
“It must run out at some point.” But that was a guess. Surely bad luck was only temporary.
“Really? Because things have only been getting worse.” He slammed the bonnet closed and pulled his phone out of his pocket.
“I think my bad luck and your bad luck are different,” I remarked wryly.
“And of course. There’s no pissing signal,” he exclaimed, waving his hands dramatically. Pining me with a stare, he asked, “How do we get rid of bad luck?”
“You get good luck?” I asked because I had no idea, but it made sense.
“Yes!” he said excitedly. “Okay, okay, what gives you good luck?” He tilted his head back and stared at the sky for inspiration. “Clover!” I laughed at his enthusiasm and watched him as he rubbed his hands together and strode determinedly to the edge of the forest. “Come on, finder of all things. Find me a four-leaf clover.”
“Good luck, Charlie!” I shouted, hoping it helped.
He scoured the grass and the moss and the mud for ten minutes, using his phone as a torch, before he cheered his victory and ran back to me, holding his prize. “A four-leaf clover.” He presented it to me.
I shook my head and got back into the car. “It’s your luck. You need it.”
He hopped into the driver’s seat. “I think we all need it.” He turned the key in the ignition and cheered and waved his four-leaf clover when the car growled and sputtered to life.
I just hope his good luck lasted longer than the bad.
* * *
When we got backto the apartment, Daithi was sitting in the living room, reading. He put the book down when we entered and turned eagerly. “You found her! The witches?”
“I have her,” Charlie told him. “But she ‘rescued’ herself.”
Zaide’s door slammed open, and he raced toward me. He spun me around and cuddled me close, sighing like he’d been holding his breath until now. When he set me down, he looked me up and down. “Little Cat! Thank the gods you are all right,” he said reverently. “You are all right, aren’t you?” He looked me up and down again.
I smiled at his concern. “I’m fine,” I assured him.
Daithi stared at me, one brow slightly raised. “They were unsuccessful in changing you back?”
No apology for almost killing me and Winnie. Just a reminder that I was not what I wanted to be.
“They didn’t try, and they told me it would be impossible,” I told him emotionlessly.
Zaide squeezed my hand in sympathy. “I’m sorry, Little Cat. I know you don’t want to be human. But I am glad to spend more time talking to you, and perhaps you will find happiness.” I offered him a shy smile.
Daithi scoffed and raised an accusing brow. “Is that why you are back? To ask me for my help?”
I gritted my teeth. His arrogance had no end. “No, I’m back because I have information you need. I want to save Savida.”
“Now’s a good time to tell us what you learned, spymaster cat,” Charlie said, throwing himself onto the sofa.
“I don’t know where to start.” I shook my head and sat down. “There’s an event happening. I don’t know what it is exactly, but it sounded like it’s been something the witches have wanted to do for centuries. They have been summoning demons like Savida and burying them on Earth so they could reap them of their fire for this event. Now they finally have enough fire and magic.”
There was a gasp around the room. “I found Savida here,” Daithi said in shock. “In this world, buried. He was always meant for this horror.”
“No,” Charlie stopped him in his self-destructive path. “He was always meant to help stop whatever this event is.”
