“You brought me breakfast in bed?’
He nods and picks the tray up, putting it on my lap. “I did. I thought you deserved it.”
“Thanks, babe. You’re the best,” I tell him with a grin.
“I know,” he says laughing as he stands up and drops a kiss on my head. “See you later.”
And just like that Adhan is gone. I sigh as I reach for my coffee mug and take a sip, my mind thinking about tonight and the fair. I wonder what the dark witches are planning and who is behind this. I try and remember the information Sal gave us about the dark witch families.
There is Beltazar Eastwood who is currently in stasis. Malcolm Ashwood who is dead. Tarek Jolliffe who is dead. Sal Edenwood. Justice Jackson-Stone from the Bannister line and Sylvester Sherwood. Apart from Sal and Justice, none of the Edenwoods or Bannisters have any magic left.
Which leaves one line. The Simmonite line. Ambrose Simmonite, who we don’t think we’ve met yet. We did think we had come across him before, but that was when Callum’s memories had been messed with. At least I hope we only have the Simmonite line to deal with and not someone from the Eastwood, Ashwood or Jolliffe line, bent on revenge.
I think about this all through my breakfast and my lonely shower, which I rush as there is no point lingering in there if I’m on my own.
I dress and then carry my breakfast tray out of the bedroom. I see Cassie in the hallway. “Hey Cas.”
He turns and smiles. “Morning. I heard you guys had fun last night. Temp said he’s adding ghosts, skeletons and creepy dolls to the website.”
I grin. “The best part is, everyone is enjoying what the dark witches are doing. We’re converging on the fair tonight in case the dark witches send something their way.”
“I’m sure Madam Cleo would have protected them.”
I nod. “Elliot said they were protected but you know dark magic, it can creep in anywhere,” I pause and look at Cassie. “You okay?”
Cassie sighs. “I guess. Worried about Sion.”
“I can understand that, but there’s something else. We can go into my lounge and chat if you want,” I offer.
“It’s okay, but thanks. I’m going to sit with Sion, he’s still laid up.”
“Can I get you guys anything?”
“No thanks, we’ve got everything we need. I’ll catch you later Ernest.”
I watch as he walks to Sion’s room and goes inside.
I make my way downstairs and sort out my breakfast things and then pull my phone out of my pocket and message Titus and Temp, saying I was worried about Cassie.
I get a message straight back from Titus saying he’d chat with Cassie later.
I’m just leaving the house when Temp replies saying the same thing.
I decided to walk to work today and I’m halfway there cursing myself for not wearing a scarf or gloves. I shove my hands in my coat pockets, hoping that would warm them up. I can’t believe how cold it is today. I look up at the sky and the clouds look foreboding, as in ‘I’m about to dump five feet of snow on you’. Okay, maybe not, and there was no snow in the weather forecast, but still, this is English weather, so you never know.
I’m a frozen popsicle by the time I reach the shop. I walk in, Alfred is serving a customer and Pa is putting a book on the shelf.
He smiles when he looks up and sees me and I walk over to him and wrap my cold self around him.
Pa jumps back and away. “You’re frozen, don’t touch me.”
“Pa really? You’re supposed to hug me warm. You used to do that,” I gripe out, dropping my arms.
“You were little and cute and knew no better. Now you’re older, not so cute and Adhan is your personal heater.”
“But he’s not here,” I point out.
“Tough,” Pa the heartless says.
