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“Jackson told me it was,” she defended.
They had mixed things up and he’d been tired, thinking she’d said something other than shower as the lights and more were voice-activated, but the result had been hysterical.
Along with his week punishment for making her feel so stupid.
Fine, she caved after a day, but it was still hysterical.
I played with her hair, giving her a hopeful look that normally made her cave and tell me. She hated being pushed, but a bit of pouting went a long way with our sexy witch.
She sighed. “Mother said we’d lose power if it was cut.”
I swallowed a growl, that woman having done so much to my nugget I wanted to kill her myself even if she was already dead. I hugged her tightly. “And then she’d cut it.”
Larissa chuckled darkly. “She shaved it all off once and told me she was stealing my power. I couldn’t stop screaming.”
“And what did she say when you still had power?”
She shrugged. “I spent a year hiding it, thinking I’d just had more power that she could steal.”
I swallowed loudly. Dortha Carter truly terrorized her daughter at every turn. It was so horrible. “And you don’t want to ask?”
She nodded. “I don’t want to pick on Thora or Amelia, but sometimes they laugh things off too easily and—”
“You feel like an idiot ever having thought it was real or believing it,” I finished, hugging her tighter. “They probably think it’s the new stupid rumor and are too busy to realize there’s a reason you ask.”
“Yeah, and they’re so busy saving people it makes me feel selfish that I get upset like I should be made of stronger stuff.”
“Nah, what we feel is valid. Holding onto it sometimes isn’t.”
“Smart guys are sexy,” she purred after a moment.
“Will you spoil your smart guy if I ask for you?”
She beamed at me. “You don’t mind?”
“Nugget, people laughing at me isn’t my sensitive spot.”
“I know your sensitive spot, my familiar,” she purred, pushing me to lie back.
I hurried to pull out my phone and call Amelia before we were doing something that could be overheard as my witch was quickly undoing my pants.
“Hello, baby triplet,” Amelia greeted, always coming up with some silly name or another just to throw people. It amused her. I didn’t get it, but whatever worked for people.
“Hey, so random question, does a witch’s hair have anything to do with her power? Like it’s part of her magic?”
“No,” she chuckled and then burst out laughing. “Not at all. I know witches with super short hair. Are you talking about how witches burn their hair after they cut it?”
“No, but what’s that?” I asked.
“Most use it as kindling for fires and offer it back up to Gaia like any piece of us,” she answered. “There’s no magic in our hair but in our DNA that can be noted as not exactly human sometimes. So yeah, don’t let people have their hair or anything.” She paused. “Why, was Larissa thinking of donating it?”
“Yeah, someone said her hair would be perfect for some wig program, and I remembered Mom said something about a witch’s hair once.”
“Well, that’s the answer so no donating it just in case.”
“You’re the second-best witch ever.”
“Cheeky brat,” she grumbled. “That better be your answer. Give Larissa my love.”
