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“We’re not a cult or anything,” Luca interjected, leaning forward and making sure that his eyes met Moni’s.
“Oh mygawd, Luca, I can’t believe you said that!” Broody said quickly. “Why did you use that word? Now she’ll be thinking she’s wandered into a nest of weirdos!”
“Luca you aresucha moron!” Shady added, scowling at him.
“Stop!” Moni said. “I honestly am not thinking anything. I’m still kind of unpacking what happened last night, and I don’t feel weird around you, all of you, but Idosense some sort of group energy of something. Something indefinable. I mean I know you’re notvampiresor anything, right?”
The other three looked stunned for a moment as they exchanged startled looks with each other, and then suddenly erupted into a cacophony of laughter.
After a moment Moni found herself laughing along with them.
Shady had laughed so hard she was wiping tears from her eyes.
“No we’re not vamps, although I think one of my Uncles is. He lives in Dubai with his partner!”
CHAPTER FOUR-FLYING IN FORMATION
Mounting a pitchfork was not as uncomfortable as it sounds, Moni was soon to discover.
She did, however, wonder whatever the male witches did with their balls so as not to cause harm to them. Since testicles were close together in a skin sack, she doubted they could fit the handle of the pitchfork between the two nards comfortably, one hanging on one side and the other dangling over the other side.
Being Moni, she was not afraid to ask Luca during Flying Maneuvers Class, and being Luca, he answered her question with aplomb.
“We wear a special cup jock,” he told her. “Kind of some under armor for the twins. Works very nicely, actually. Why are you so interested in my balls all of a sudden?”
“Just slightly intrigued,” Moni shot back.
She hadn’t slept very well the previous night. She had had the one recurrent dream that she was convinced was more than a dream. She’d been dreaming of Sam again.
Sam, bornSebastian, although no one had ever called him that, was her twin brother. He’d been abducted when they’d been younger, or at least that was the theory her parents hadalways had, offering bigger and bigger awards for his return until their own untimely deaths falling from a ski lift in Switzerland during an avalanche.
Within an eighteen-month time frame, her entire nuclear family was gone, leaving her the only surviving member.
That was, unless Sam was still alive and captive somewhere. He’d always felt like part of her, and the fact that they had been cosmically close caused her to think that he might be trying to communicate with her through her dreams.
Usually, he told her that he was alive, and decently treated, but unable to escape. The dreams always ended with his pleading with her to find him. But he never gave her a chance to ask where in the world he was. As long as Sam was missing it felt, even in her happiest moments, as though a cloud hovered over her constantly, a reminder of her many losses.
She never talked about him with other people, but one of the reasons that she had come to Pitchfork Prep was because she knew that she had a relative, an Uncle to be precise, teaching there under an assumed name.
She felt the presence of a relative as soon as she set foot on campus, but her instincts led her no further, as she’d been hoping they might. It would be up to her to find her long lost Uncle.
She tried to refocus on what the instructor was saying, for Professor Bismark was demonstrating several features of their preferred riding mode, a trident type pitchfork that not only was a way to fly around, but also doubled as a magical staff, and under extreme circumstances, even a weapon.
She realized that she hadn’t been paying attention when everyone around her rose up about fifteen feet into the air and she was left land bound, looking up at their dangling feet.
“Someone hasn’t been paying attention, “Professor Bismark admonished her, looking downward with a disdainful look.
“You there, Antimony Crockett! Just recitefurca sursum!”
Moni did so and soon found herself hovering just above the aeronautics field, once again flanked by Broody and Shady, both of whom were rapidly becoming… well, the wordfrienddidn’t seem to cover the relationship between them. Moni felt so comfortable with all of them, Luca included. And not just because they’d all been naked together.
She flushed inwardly, remembering. Being nude and the center of attention felt like it had healed something within her. Maybe one of the broken places in her heart? The combined energy of all their bodies around her, rubbing up against her and touching her, unfettered by clothing, had somehow pulled her out of what she now recognized as a low-grade depression.
How odd that clothing blocks so much energy between people, she thought.
She paid attention for the rest of the flight training, especially the emergency maneuvers that involved backing the sharp end of the pitchfork into the trunk of a tree if having control problems. She also learned that, because their pitchforks were metallic they had high tech features and could be remotely controlled.
None of them believed it until Professor Bismark demonstrated it by taking a small, silver remote out of her robe pocket and sending them all first in one direction flying in formation, of course, and then the other.
