Harley Merlin 3: Harley Merlin and the Stolen Magicals by Bella Forrest

Author:Bella Forrest [Forrest, Bella]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Nightlight Press
Published: 2018-10-30T16:00:00+00:00

Eighteen

Santana

Still lounging on Astrid’s bed, I had a sudden change of heart. Harley had looked stressed out, striding past the door like that. Not a normal kind of stressed out, but something a bit more troubling. If she was having a hard time, it was my job to cheer her up.

Don’t worry, hermana, I’m coming for you.

“Where are you going?” Astrid asked. “We were just getting to the juicy part.”

“Astrid, I love you dearly, and I’m insanely happy that you’re getting your flirt on, but having Garrett brush your hand while you were both reaching for the salt isn’t so juicy. Come back to me when there’s a smooch.” I winked at her and darted for the door.

“Hey, who are you abandoning us for?” Tatyana called after me.

I ducked back into the room. “Harley just went by. I want to check on her, make sure she’s doing okay. Things have been a bit crazy since she got here, and I don’t think the Family Gathering is helping.”

Tatyana grimaced. “I’d forgotten about that. Do you think Alton might make an exception for the Smiths? The cleanup guys could always wipe their memories afterward.”

“I doubt it. With this mystery spy in the coven, and everything else that’s going on with the kids and Katherine, I’m guessing Alton doesn’t want to add any more complications to the mix… even if it would be kind of nice for Harley.”

“That sucks,” Astrid muttered.

“Yeah, here we are, complaining about our families…” I sighed, feeling like crap. “Ah man, she must have heard us talking from the hallway.”

“Do you want us to come with you?” Tatyana asked.

I shook my head. “Nah, it’s probably best if we don’t crowd her. You know how much she hates talking about stuff. She’s like a tortoise. One mention of something personal and in she goes, back into her shell. If it’s just me, I might be able to coax some truth out of her,” I replied, waggling my eyebrows. “Anyway, if we need some Amazonian backup, and a few drinks at Waterfront Park, I’ll send you both a text. That cool?”

“Sounds good to me,” Astrid replied.

“Oh, and don’t think you’re off the hook about the Family Gathering, Ms. Hepler. I want to hear all of your family woes later, entiendes? There have got to be some skeletons in your closet.”

She flushed. “I’ve got nothing to tell!”

“Sure you haven’t.” I flashed her a mischievous grin and hurried out into the hallway, leaving them to discuss the juicy details of Astrid’s hand-brush.

Reaching the magnolia trees in the circular courtyard below the living quarters, I realized I had no idea where Harley had gone. I racked my brain for places she might be, in a state like that. An idea sprang into my mind—the banquet hall. Whenever I felt like crap about something, and Tobe was too busy doing his actual job, the banquet hall became my sanctuary, my confessional, my therapy, all rolled up into one. There was nothing that the Coven’s caramel apple pie couldn’t fix.

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