Rebel Spell: A Paranormal Chick Lit Novel (Salem Supernaturals Book 1) by Lisa Carlisle

Author:Lisa Carlisle [Carlisle, Lisa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Lisa Carlisle
Published: 2021-03-20T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 8

Diego

The Phantom of the Opera played as we entered the hotel ballroom, which was fitting since the room could have stood as a set design, with all the ornate candelabras displayed on tables covered with black tablecloths. Fake cobwebs hung from the chandeliers and witches’ pentagrams were prominent. Smoke wafted from punch bowls with blood-red liquid. Silver trays were stacked with appetizers that filled the air with the scents of baked cheese in phyllo dough.

“Looks like we stepped into a Gothic wonderland,” Nova quipped.

Many in attendance wore black with silver jewelry, which was where I fell in, while others wore outlandish costumes. Lucas had picked a pirate outfit with his white shirt loose and unbuttoned, revealing a vast amount of chest. That was fitting since he liked to parade around like a peacock. He’d feed off the female attention tonight for sure. Sebastian dressed low key, like me, wearing all black, but unlike me, he wore a matching mask.

I turned to Sebastian. “See, I told you it wasn’t a masquerade.”

“It’s staying on,” he replied. “Ladies like the mystery.”

He wasn’t alone. At least a dozen others did the same. Some wore costumes begging to be noticed, like the couple who walked by in enormous black boots that must have given them six inches of height as well as another six inches from their curved horns. Whatever they were supposed to be dressed as was a mystery to me.

I searched for Diana. She didn’t appear to be there yet. “Let’s get a drink,” I suggested. Liquid courage would help with my nerves.

Placing my hand beneath the fairy wings on Nova’s lower back, I steered us to one of the bars lit up by red lights and covered in lacy black spiderwebs. Framed menus of what appeared to be blood-red writing on old parchment advertised specials like Medusa’s Revenge and Poe’s Punch. I didn’t need the fancy marketing schtick and ordered a Chianti with B+. Nova ordered a Vampire’s Kiss, a champagne cocktail colored red. I tried not to read too much expectation into it.

We wandered around the ballroom, sipping our drinks as we people watched.

“It didn’t take them long.” I tipped my head toward Lucas and Sebastian. They’d infiltrated a group of women bearing much skin in their tiny costumes.

“Is that usual for them?” Nova asked.

“Oh, yes.” I took a sip of my drink.

“What about you?” She tilted her head and glanced at me with a faint smile.

“No. I don’t go out much.”

“Well, you are tonight. And I think we should make the most of it.” After finishing her glass, she placed it on a tray on a table. “Let’s dance.”

“Oh, no,” I protested. “I don’t remember the last time I danced.”

“Come on,” she encouraged.

When she took my hand and nudged me toward the dance floor, I groaned and finished my drink. She led me into the middle of the crowd and moved her body to Stevie Wonder’s “Superstitious.” It was slow enough that I could just move through the motions without much effort.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.