"Never!" Tomasz exclaimed and hugged me and soon Sandro followed suit.
I hugged them back and looked up to find Sett, Hades and Loki staring at us quietly but with fire in their eyes.
My cheeks flushed under their scrutiny. Especially under Sett's, who looked at me as if I was the most precious thing to have ever existed, a preposterous idea by all accounts but…when he stared at me like that I could almost believe it.
Almost.
We might have to spend a few hundred years together before I digested it.
I just hoped he was up for the challenge.
“This is…it’s great, you guys,” I said and took in the room and everyone in it as if for the first time.
I hoped the other guys, Horus’s other men, also had friends like mine to celebrate with them, but even if they didn’t, I’d made it my personal mission to help each and every one of them with my potions and my friendship or guidance. And I’d be there for everyone, even if they saw me as an enemy or an accomplice. I didn’t need them to like me to help them.
There was a loud bang and we all turned to the front where a man was glued all over the glass door staring at us with all the desperation any one person could possess.
"What the—" I started but then I approached the door and recognized the tall white man with the dark curls and piercing hazel eyes. "Hi," I said, opening the door.
The man stepped into the bar and almost fell to the floor before Sett caught him and put him down on the nearest armchair.
"Hi. You-you remember me?" he asked.
I did. He had been at the bar the other day so full of wonder and pride about his new-found witch powers. He'd been composed and a little cocky, but he looked nothing like that now.
"I do. Nathan, right?" I asked.
He shook his head. "Ethan."
"Yeah. That's right. Are you…are you all right? What's wrong?"
He sunk deeper into the chair and stared at his lap. "I'm just so…so lost. I thought being a witch would mean everything would be great from here on out but…nothing is going my way. I can't even get him to notice me. I've tried everything. I'm so hopelessly in love with him but he won't even give me the time of day. It's affecting my sleep, my work, my health. I don't know what to do anymore."
I pursed my lips and got down on my knees to get him to look me in the eyes.
"I'm so sorry things aren't going great. Unfortunately being a witch isn't the magic cure for all."
"But…how? How do I fix this? You said if I ever needed anything, I should come to you."
I had said that, hadn't I?
"I…I guess I can make you a potion to forget this guy? But I can't guarantee that it won't affect other parts of your mind. Memories are tricky and interlinked."
He shook his head.
"I don't want to forget him. I've…I've known him all my life. He's my everything."
Then I definitely couldn't help. If he'd only just met him I could fix him up with something real quick but when there were months, let alone years involved, it was far too risky.
"What am I going to do?" he cried.
I sighed and reached for a pen and paper. "Here," I said. "If there's anyone who can help, it's her."
He took the paper in his hands and read my scribble.
"Mother Red Cap?"
He asked and I felt Sett’s gaze on me.
