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“I’m a witch,” I remind myself, the revelation feeling so much more real now that I’ve spent time in Nightfall and seen my sisters working magic.
Maybe this is some kind of witchy, magical thing, something I might learn to control with the help of Blaire and a supportive magical community. My oldest sister used to brush my time problems off like everyone else, but that was before she became one of the most powerful witches on the eastern seaboard.
Now, I’m almost positive she’d believe me—and help me figure this out.
If only I’d thought to ask her before I ended up in trouble again, but I naively thought my time issue was under control. I hadn’t slipped in nearly a year, and I wasn’t feeling sick or stressed before the jump. In fact, aside from sore muscles from tossing snowballs at Casey and Amy, I felt great when I went to bed.
Kitty made an amazing meal, Annie snuck a little Bailey’s into my hot chocolate, even though Blaire still thinks I’m too irresponsible (and flammable) to drink, and Ferris tucked me into my temporary bedroom in the basement like the surrogate big brother he’s become to me.
And yes, there was a strange…tingling sensation in my chest when he pulled the covers up to my chin and kissed my forehead, but I chocked that up to the Bailey’s.
And to the fact that I really wanted Ferris to kiss me somewhere other than my forehead for a minute there. But that would be crazy. He doesn’t think of me that way—and I don’t either.
Boys have never been interested in me, let alone full-grown men like Ferris. He’s six feet, four inches of thickly muscled vampire with the glossy black hair of a 1950s bad boy movie star and blue eyes a girl could drown in. Ferris is a sexy beast, and I’m the girl voted most likely to become a Pippi Longstocking impersonator.
My red, nearly orange hair, chalky skin, and pale green eyes do not bring all the boys to the yard. And as the only Wonderfully sister with an A cup, I don’t win hearts with my huge tracts of land, either.
I’m basically invisible to the opposite sex—like a ghost, but with more freckles.
I realized I was the ugly duckling of my town when I was nine or ten, when none of the boys gave me a Valentine’s Day card at school. I put all thoughts of boys and romance out of my head not long after. I am resigned to being a young old maid who will eventually become an old old maid, the kind of woman who’s better off not tingling for anyone if she can help it.
And if she can’t, she should blame it on the Bailey’s.
I shouldn’t be thinking about boys at a time like this—I’m in prison and going to be sold into bloodsucking slavery if Ferris doesn’t get here in time to save me this go around—but I can’t help it. Maybe it’s because Ferris remains my best chance to gain my freedom again.
Or maybe it’s because the smell of his cologne still lingers on my sleep shirt from that hug, the one he gave me before he tucked me in.
Whatever the reason, Ferris is living rent free in my head when Jake, the big, bad, bully of a vampire who took me prisoner, wanders down the shadowy hall toward my cell. I shiver and press back against the wall, wondering if it’s too late to pretend to be asleep.
The last time Jake came down here, he said horrible things.
I don’t want to hear those things again, so I quickly close my eyes and slump back against the stones, pretending to have fallen asleep sitting up. But I remain vigilant, tracking Jake’s footfalls as he nears the door to my prison.
“Sleepy little girl,” he murmurs, his oily voice making me want to shiver.
But I don’t. I remain absolutely still and keep my breath flowing slow and steady. There’s still a chance he’ll decide to let me sleep and save his grossness until later.
Or maybe Ferris will show up before that happens. I think today’s the day. Last time Ferris came to collect me, it was just a few hours after Jake told me—
“I’m going to be your first, little one,” he says, sending bile surging up my throat. “I’m going to pop that virgin witch cherry with my big fat cock. It’ll hurt at first, but you’ll learn to like it, baby girl, learn to love bouncing on Daddy’s monster dick. I’m going to tear you wide open, sweetheart,” he says, his voice going breathy and a fleshy…pumping sound filling the air. “Going to fuck you until you bleed for me, then suck all that sweetness away. It’s going to be so good, so fucking good.”
The fleshy sound grows louder and Jake groans, giving me a good idea what he’s up to on the other side of the bars.
I may be inexperienced, but I’m not stupid, and I’ve tried watching porn a few times, just to figure out why other people seem to like it so much. But I didn’t like it, and I don’t like anything Jake’s saying or doing right now. I’m not into sex and even if I were, I wouldn’t be into a creep who wanted me to call him “Daddy” and talked about his cock like it’s a pit bull he’s trained to attack on sight.
I’m about to tell him as much when a second male voice echoes off the cold stone walls, “Get the fuck away from my fiancée, you pervert.”
“Ferris!” I call out. My eyes fly open, but I squeeze them shut again with a horrified gasp as I catch a glimpse of what Jake has in his hand.
His penis really is a monster. It’s longer than my forearm and nearly as big around, with a fat, angry looking head, and thick veins all over.
It is, in a word, terrifying.
And repellent.
And gross.
Okay, that’s three words, but that nasty trouser snake deserves every one of them.
