Devil's Due (Witches Anonymous, Step 6) by Misty Evans

Author:Misty Evans [Evans, Misty]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Beach Path Publishing, LLC
Published: 2015-02-10T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven: A Role Model For Wise Choices—Not

The last customer of the day entered the shop as I was helping Zayfeer wipe down tables. I called out a greeting to the male as he headed for the ice cream freezer.

A glance over my shoulder told me Mikayla had disappeared. I wiped my hands on a towel and went to the counter. “May I help you?”

The hood of his sweatshirt covered his hair. Dark sunglasses hid his eyes. His hands were buried in the coat’s pockets and magic oozed from his pores. Supernatural. Big surprise.

He glanced over his shoulder as if looking for someone, then back to the ice cream case. “I haven’t had ice cream in years. What do you recommend?”

People, even magical beings, were a lot like the different ice cream flavors. “What do you like? Chocolate? Coconut? Butterscotch?”

Blood?

“Mint, perhaps?” He smiled wistfully. “I used to love mint.”

Wherever he’d come from, they didn’t have ice cream or anything mint flavored. I sure didn’t want to live there. “We have Peppermint Pattie, which is peppermint ice cream with white chocolate chunks, and we have Grasshopper, which is spearmint with fudge stripes.”

“Hmm.” He tilted his head, and for a second I had the feeling I knew him. “May I have a scoop of each?”

“Sure.” I went to work digging out the ice cream and putting it in a bowl, letting my senses scan his magic. There was definitely something familiar about him, but I couldn’t place what.

Z finished wiping down the tables and chairs and approached the counter. From the corner of my eye, I saw Mikayla’s head pop out of the back, then retreat. What was she up to?

Keisha entered the shop floor with a handful of flyers and a box of decorations under her arm. She wanted to decorate the shop for the mixer.

“That’ll be four dollars and twenty-six cents,” I told the guy.

He fumbled a five dollar bill out of his pants. When he handed it to me, his magic arced to my skin, giving me a sharp jolt.

I couldn’t help but flinch and he felt the connection too. His face came up, eyes meeting mine through the sunglasses.

“Do I know you?” I asked.

“Um…no?”

Z stepped up behind me. “Latimer?”

Latimer! The vampire who’d bitten Mikayla a month ago when I learned my shop sat over a Hell mouth. “You,” I said, my voice full of warning. Arial woke from her nap and my magic flared around my body so fast and so bright, I could literally see an aura of light encasing me. It was faint, but there. Too angry to care, I threw the bill back at the vampire. “Get out of my shop.”

He held up his hands in defense. “I mean you no harm. Nor Mikayla.”

I poked my finger at the door. “Get. Out.”

“What’s going on here?” Keisha asked. She’d plopped the decoration box down on a table and was hanging up her flyers.

Latimer lowered his hood and removed his glasses. His eyes were a brooding dark gold.

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