Carla and Andy! <3
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“We’re missing something.”
“What? No we’re not.” Andy hadmade sure to grab everything they needed for tonight. They had thecandles, the spellbook, the incense—not that they really needed theincense, but it smelled nice and set the mood and tonight, this wasas much about the mood as it was the witchcraft. Everything wasthere. What the hell was Carla talking about?
“Yeah, we are.” Carla pointed.“No snacks. We can’t perform a ritual without snacks.”
For a second, Andy was silent,taking in that information, then she laughed. “Shit. You’re right.I can’t believe I forgot the snacks.” What an oversight.
The corner of Carla’s mouthquirked up into a tiny smile. “Ah, but never fear. I didn’tforget.” She scooted her butt across the floor until she reachedthe arm chair, where she’d dumped her coat and purse. The bag rustledas she rummaged through it, the telltale crinkling of plasticwrapping making a wide grin pull at Andy’s lips. “Do you want saltyor sweet?”
“Well, I very well can’t teachyou a spell without a sugar spike. And you honestly can’t have yoursweet without a little salty. What did you bring?”
“The usual.” In the dim lightof the candles, Andy could make out the wrappers: Twix, Starburst,Skittles, and a bag of pretzels.
Immediately, she reached for theTwix and tore open the package. “All right, so now we haveeverything. Nothing’s holding us back.”
“Right.” Carla began to openthe colorfully wrapped candies. “It’s magic time, baby.”
“Yep. Time to learn someass-kicking spells. Or just a few tiny ones.” The Twix bar was abit more melty than Andy generally liked her chocolate, and shelicked some of it off her fingers. If she smudged the text in any ofthese books with melted candy, she wouldn’t hear the end of it fromher mom or Mason.
“One tiny spell. The silencingspell. To shut my boss up when he keeps talking.” Carla rolled hereyes.
“Oh, that’s a good one. And veryeffective on your boss—I know firsthand.” Dylan could be morethan a handful, even on his best days. Working for him had to berough and she didn’t envy Carla one bit. Of course she’d help her.She wiped her hands on her jeans, crossed her legs, and pulled thehefty tome into her lap. After eyeing the table of contents, shepicked out the right spell and grinned.
“Let’s do this shit.”