"Mara, please don't get mad..."
"I'm not mad."
"You're mad."
"I'm not mad. Look, I'm smiling."
"Your smile is scary..."
"I'll keep the scary smile on until they take their hands off you, then."
The girls look confused by our exchange, and Liam tries to free his arm once more.
"Okay girls, you really better go now. This is my girlfriend and she can be scary when she's mad. Plus, she's got my food and I'm hungry, so please..."
"That's your girlfriend?" asks one of them with a smirk.
"Why don't you stay with us instead? Look, we're sexier, and you can come eat with us! You can get two instead of one!"
"Thank you for the offer, but I'm a one-gal type of guy. I just want my girlfriend and she is seriously going to fry your asses if you don't go. Now."
"Well… you can fry my ass anytime!" giggles drunk girl number two.
Well, I can arrange that.
Liam must have read my mind, because he makes a grimace and shakes his head. He then moves to seriously get them off of him and steps aside, even away from his own bike. The girl that was clinging on to him pouts, but the other one suddenly lands her eyes on his bike.
"Hey! Look!"
She starts to climb on the bike.
Oh. Fuck. No.
"Get off my damn bike!" growls Liam.
"You get off the bike right now or I swear I'm frying your asses," I hiss too, shoving the bag of food into Liam's arms.
"Very funny, you can just–Ah!"
I light up my hand as a warning, and the flames dancing on my palm finally get their attention. The girl almost jumps off the bike, landing ungracefully on her knees, while the other makes a horrified expression.
"Y-you're the witch!"
"Told ya I could fry you. Now, get off the bike, away from the hot stuff, and go back inside."
One of the girls runs to her friend, grabbing her arm to pull her away.
"Come on, let's go. That bitch's just crazy..."
"I'm not scared of a witch!" yells the other. "Your magic can't hurt me!"
I raise an eyebrow. Seriously? I have literal fire in my hands and she's still acting arrogant? I guess it's true when they say alcohol makes people feel invincible… However, before I can say a word, she suddenly raises her top, showing off a weird tattoo on her belly. What the heck…?
"See? I have a protection spell on me!"
"...Mara?"
I feel hesitation in Liam's voice, and I know why. He's seen enough magic to recognize a genuine spell, even tattooed on a drunk human girl. My expression must be a dead give away too. ...This is so wrong. Why the hell is there a real magic spell tattooed on her skin?
