actually. I’d been turned into a cat.”
Ginger paused, her hand fluttered to her chest. “A cat? You weren’t by chance fiddling around with Mordred Shadowins’s little black book were you?”
Raven narrowed his eyes. “Actually…”
Ginger laughed. “Oh my.”
“Do you know who cast the spell?” Raven asked.
“It wasn’t you, was it, Ginger?” Hemi looked horrified.
“Oh, no. It wasn’t me. It was the warlock’s own mother. Aradia wanted to teach him a lesson if he ever thought about stepping out on Midnight.”
Raven’s dark brows furrowed as he scowled. “I can’t be angry now. I still want to be angry, but I can’t. If he did step out on my sister, I’d beat him until I couldn’t raise my arms. But being a cat… that was not fun. Her hellhounds tried to eat me.”
“Eat you? Please. Damnit and Stop That are still regrowing the bites you took out of them.”
Ginger grinned. “That sounds like it was an interesting evening.”
When they got to the grotto, Slade made it his business to perch on the nearest rock and keep scanning the surrounding area for threats.
This wasn’t exactly what she had in mind.
But she manifested the picnic and tried to enjoy her time with Raven and Hemi.
“So, it’s serious enough that you’re meeting families?” Ginger quirked a brow. “Has he met your father yet?”
“Dad has been too busy.” Hemi looked away. “But we’re getting married.”
Ginger could tell that Hemi didn’t expect her to be pleased. She put her hand on Hemi’s. “I’m so happy for you.”
“Are you?”
“Yeah. I know things haven’t been… easy. And since your dad and I split up, I’ve realized that a lot of that has been my fault.”
“Ginger, I don’t know what to say.” Hemi couldn’t look at her.
“You don’t have to say anything. I’m just hoping you can find it in your heart to forgive me.”
Hemi sniffed. “All I ever wanted was a mom.”
Ginger put her arms around her carefully. “Maybe we can try again.”
“I’d like that.”
“Here, have some strawberry shortcake. You too, Raven.”
But Raven didn’t eat. “I noticed you have gargoyle security. Are you expecting trouble?”
“Well, you know, I’m alone here at the house.” She didn’t want to say anything bad about Gavin to Hemi. They were just now on newly tender ground.
Raven nodded. “I’m pretty good at hexes and wards. I can add an extra layer of protection.”
“That’s very kind of you. But Slade has it all taken care of.” She patted his hand.
If only she’d discovered the gargoyle flower years ago… Ginger was on the road to being happy, and it was all thanks to Slade. She looked up at him, and he nodded at her as if he knew exactly what she was thinking.
The rest of the morning passed pleasantly enough, and when it was finally time for her company to leave, Ginger had lost her gumption for seduction.
She supposed she might as well accept that this wasn’t going to happen.
“Would you like to join me, Slade?” Ginger asked. “You know you don’t have to stay perched up there on that rock like a…” Like what? Like what he was?
“Like a gargoyle?” he supplied.
She blushed. “Well, yeah.”
“You could come up here with me.”
“Okay.” Why not? Sexy times weren’t going to happen anyway. Ginger snapped her fingers, and she appeared on top of the rock next to him.
At least her magick was working correctly. That was always a plus. With the way her luck had been running, she wouldn’t have been surprised if she’d gotten nothing but sparks and a fizzle when she snapped her fingers. Maybe some dust…
She’d had enough of that, though. Ginger knew that more often than not, one got what one expected. It was time to start expecting good things.
DAY FIVE
Ginger started the day with no evil plots for seduction. No sad little commentary on the state of her life.
The sun was shining, the sky was blue, and she was a witch. It really didn’t