she pulled away and sped down the lane.
“Had a few things I needed to take care of.”
Hannah didn’t know that I was performing the ritual tomorrow night, only Dyanna did. Hannah wasn’t exactly my friend. I liked her, but still, she was Dyanna’s friend really. She, like all the others I had allowed into my life over the past year or two, didn’t know about my powers. It was safer that way.
“Well, I better not have missed Greg. He was supposed to be meeting up with me at the Pit tonight, but when I left to come pick you two up he still hadn’t shown up.”
Greg was a male witch a few years older than us. Why he hung around at the Pit, I had no idea. Surely he had better things to do. He had been flirting with Hannah – and a few others mind – for a couple of weeks now and she was desperately trying to get him to ask her out.
It was never going to happen. That guy was a total man-whore.
Twenty minutes later, we pulled up to the old pit gates. Dyanna jumped out of the car to open them before hopping back in. We continued on for another five minutes until we got to the old empty pit buildings that everyone hung out in. We could have gone to Pete’s bar, a pub that sat on the edge of our property, but the pack congregated there. Humans too, which meant no magic. So yeah, that was a no go.
Light from the fires inside glowed through the large broken windows, the smell of smoke and alcohol strong in the air. Walking through the doors, even though the music still blared, I felt as if the world had gone silent as every eye was turned on me.
Looks of shock and hate followed me as I made my way with Dyanna over to where our small group sat around one of the fire pits that had been dug into the floor. Grabbing a drink from the cooler, I sat down on an upturned bread crate. Dyanna took the seat next to me.
“I'm surprised you two are still alive after the amount you both put away last night,” Emily commented.
“Me too,” Dyanna replied. “Believe me, this morning I’d wished I wasn’t.”
As time went on, the other groups around us slowly began to pretend as if I didn’t exist and carried on with what they were doing. Every now and again someone would make a comment about me in a loud enough voice that I would hear but I was used to it. It didn’t hurt any less, but I had brought it on myself, after all. I just had to look at it as the more they hated me, the better job I had done in protecting them from the danger that was coming for me.
“Hey, Greg, over here,” Hannah all but screamed across the room, jumping up and down like some overexcited child.
“How’s it going, ladies?” Greg asked, sitting himself down between me and Dyanna, completely ignoring the space Hannah had just made next to herself by pushing Terri out of her seat.
Looks like he’s bored of her already.
“Hey, Kaia, still pissing off the world?” He winked.
“You know it.”
“Well, as I'm not in the mood for the usual flock of female attention I attract, I think I will hang with you tonight,” he said, looking around at all the other groups. “Yep, I’d say it is working. No one is heading over here to talk to me. You’re my lucky charm.” He smiled.
“Believe me, I'm not lucky,” I said deadpan.
“Well maybe not usually, but tonight you are for me.”
Greg had never paid me much attention. He would say hello to me when I arrived and say goodbye when I left – I always tended to leave before anyone else – but that was it.
“I thought you were going to meet me at nine?” Hannah whined, fluttering her eyelashes in a way that I suppose she thought was seductive.
“No, I said I was planning on getting here around then, but something came up last minute with the guys.”
Burn!
“And that was more important than meeting me?” she asked, acting as if she hadn’t heard the obvious hint that he was so not interested in her.
“Yes.”
“Well, what was it? I mean, if it’s more important than
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