Alfred and Ernest laugh.
Ernest sighs. “I know what you mean.”
“Jodie made Clarence cake restrict Ernest,” Alfred says with a laugh.
“Ma’s mean,” he mutters.
“Poor Ernest,” I say, laughing, not that I mean it, and walk off to join my family.
CHAPTER 24
Callum’s cupcakes were indeed lovely, and after we ate the yummy treats, we left. We went back to the B&B, the boys to their room to do some schoolwork, and Sly and I to our room.
“I can’t believe we get the keys to our house tonight,” I say happily, sinking into a chair.
“I know,” Sly says, pottering around, opening bags and pulling things out.
“What are you doing?” I ask, trying to figure out what he’s looking for.
“I thought I’d make some protection charms for dreams. They might not want to wear them, but I need to try and help them.”
“I’m sure they will, love,” I assure him.
“Apart from you and the boys, people don’t usually accept protection charms from dark witches.”
“Sal gave Nix and Nora protection charms when he was still a dark witch,” I point out, remembering what Sal told us at the BBQ about a demon trying to kidnap Nora.
“True, we’ll see later, anyway.” He sits down and puts the charms and cords on the table.
I sit forward. “Need any help?”
He grins at me. “Nope, you can sit there and watch me be amazing as I work my magic.”
I snort out a laugh. “Or I could read my book,” I say, picking my e-reader up.
“Well, you could, I suppose, if you must.”
“I must,” I reply, turning it on. But I don’t see the words written on the screen. I think back to the first time I saw Sly use his black magic.
“Come home with me?” Sly asked as we left the park.
We did indeed go and get food from the Chinese. We ate spring rolls and chips in the park, chatting about this and that, just enjoying ourselves. We never ran out of anything to talk about, and after finishing our late-night feast, Sly pulled me into his arms and kissed me. Kissing him was amazing, and I knew I could quickly and easily become addicted to his lips.
Finally, we drew back. “Wow,” I said, touching his cheek.
“Indeed. You can be sure we’ll be doing that again,” Sly told me, his eyes shining under the streetlight.
“I should hope so, considering you invited me home. I hope we’ll be doing a lot more kissing and other things.”
“Yes, to all the other things, so many other things.”
“Disgusting perverts,” a voice said from behind us.
We spin around to find a group of about seven males. They seemed to be in their late teens or early twenties.
I made a quick assessment of them. One of them has magic, but it’s very diluted, the others just look like wanna be thugs. Very low riding jeans, t-shirts, baseball caps on backwards.
“Who is?” Sly asked.
