Magic Untamed by J N Colon

Author:J N Colon [Colon, J N]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-11-07T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 14

Etie’s footsteps creaked on the stairs, and we both froze in the dark foyer of my house. I bit my bottom lip, listening for any movement. It was past midnight, and my mother should be asleep. But Abuela? There was no telling with her.

“I can just go through the window,” Etie whispered, his warm breath dusting down my nape. “It’s no big deal.”

I shook my head. “It’s fine. Lets—”

The lights switched on, and after I blinked through the blindness, Abuela’s figure emerged in the center of the foyer, a hard expression on her face.

“What exactly do you think you’re doing, Evangeline?” Icicles would have been warmer and less sharp than her voice. “It’s nearly one in the morning.”

A sigh drifted out, and I descended the stairs, Etie on my heels. “I was going to my room.” She knew Etie had spent the night before.

Her deadly gaze turned to the tall figure behind me. “And Étienne? What were you doing? Walking Evangeline to her room?”

“No. I was going to stay the night.”

Her jaw hit her chest. “Excuse me?”

He shrugged. “What’s the point in lying, Milagro? You already know.”

She crossed her arms against her chest, bunching up her blue terrycloth robe. “I also know what Bastien did to Lucas.” She clucked her teeth, shaking her head. “That was immature and reckless.”

It was my turn to do a jaw drop. “Etie didn’t do it.”

One of her dark brows arched. “I’m sure Bastien had a little nudge to hex Lucas. It’s not in Bastien’s nature to be so petty.”

My back heated as anger simmered through the bokor behind me. “Lucas was looking at Angeline too much.”

My grandmother momentarily averted her gaze to the dark night outside the windows. “He’s only trying to help her. They’re the same—witches. And you’re voodoo.”

A pang sliced through my chest and it took me a moment to realize it had come from Etie. Her words stung him. He was already feeling insecure over the amount of time I was spending with the brujo, and now my grandmother wanted to make the difference between Etie and me that much more tangible.

As much as he ticked me off, I didn’t like the hurt swirling through him.

“Go to my room, Etie,” I said. “I’ll meet you there in a minute.”

Abuela’s eyes widened. “Excuse me, young lady? That’s not happening.” She turned to Etie. “You should go home.”

“No. Stay.” It wasn’t like me to go against my grandmother. Hell, a few weeks ago, I would have been cowering under that glare. Now, after facing the voodoo king, her stern expression lacked the usual intimidation.

“I-uh…” Etie rubbed the tattoo on his neck as his gaze flicked between us battling it out. “I’ll be upstairs.” He gave my grandmother a shrug. “The gwo-bon lyen.”

“As if I needed reminding about that,” she mumbled under her breath. When Etie disappeared, she turned her hard expression on me. “He’s not staying, young lady.”

“I’m eighteen,” I snapped, my blood beginning to boil. “And this is your doing, or did you forget that?”

Her nostrils flared.

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