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get much better than that, did it?
    Things could always be worse. She could be a mortal. A soul stuck in a tragically banal world of ordinary things like dentist appointments and dry cleaning. Ginger shuddered.
    Instead, she could go anywhere in most any realm. She could play with the fairies and watch them light up the sky. She could go skiing with frost giants, taunt the closet gnomes, run with werewolves… Ginger could even find the end of the rainbow and drink stout dark beer with leprechauns.
    She just had to choose something and do it.
    Maybe she could get a new wardrobe. New skis? Or get her hair done. She had all this money, and she didn’t spend it on things that made her happy. She spent it on supposed to .
    Like the outfit she’d worn to the bridal tea. She hadn’t really cared for it, but it was a supposed to .
    This house. It was a supposed to . She’d rather have had something smaller, to be honest.
    And her hair. The way she wore it short, almost like a football helmet. It was high society couture for a witch of her position, but she preferred it long. She muted the color of it as well, because no decent witch had hair that was practically fire engine red.
    But Ginger did. That was why her mother had named her Ginger. She’d been born with a bright shock of the stuff right on top of her head. Her mother had always told her that a strawberry blond was much more proper.
    Ginger decided to fuck the blond and keep the strawberry.
    She looked at herself in the mirror.
    The hard, pinched lines that had started to gather around her eyes were fading, and her eyes seemed to open wider, maybe even just a bit brighter. As if the travails of misery had aged her, and she shed them now like a snake shedding her skin.
    Ginger snapped her fingers, and the football helmet hair was gone. In its place, bright crimson waves fell down around her shoulders in a soft cloud. She peered closer and saw that her skin seemed more dewy as well.
    Who knew that the best beauty regimen wasn’t anything she could buy in a bottle. It wasn’t any potion or magick spell. It was just kicking her jackass warlock to the curb. If she’d known that, she’d have cut him loose a long time ago.
    Instead of her usual pencil skirt and silk blouse, Ginger put on a pair of jeans and a soft t-shirt.
    Damn if she didn’t like what she saw.
    This was the self that had been suffocating inside of a box called supposed to .
    She emerged from the bathroom to find Slade in his usual place, perched on her balcony.
    Ginger opened the door and stepped into the cool morning air. She manifested a cup of coffee, bacon, eggs, and a Belgian waffle. The scents mingled and reminded Ginger of when she’d been a young witch and hadn’t had to worry so much about her figure. Life had tasted good then.
    It could again.
    “Good morning, Ginger. Did you rest well?”
    She’d just stuffed a piece of bacon in her mouth, but rather than chewing stoically and waiting to answer, she gulped like the rowdiest of warlocks and found she didn’t give a shit.
    “I did. Better than I have in a long time. It’s been like that since you got here. So, thank you for that.”
    “Is it me, or that you got rid of Gavin?” His dark eyes focused on her intently.
    “I haven’t been sleeping at night since I kicked him out, to be honest.” If she’d been following the rules of supposed to , she wouldn’t have let him know her distress. How had she lived like that? “He plays the victim, but I know he’s going to find a way to make me pay once he realizes I’m serious and I’m not taking him back.”
    “Then maybe I should stay longer than ten days.”
    “Do you think Aradia can spare you?” She bit her lip. “Do you even want to?”
    He hopped down off the railing and extended his wings in a quick stretch before tucking them behind his back.
    That was where she felt safest, cocooned by his shadow.
    “You asked what I wanted.” He said this as if she herself didn’t