The Witch's Complement by Elle Beauregard

Author:Elle Beauregard
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: witches, LGBTQ, bi-sexual, ghosts, mediums, paranormal, lesbian, gay witch
Publisher: Elle Beauregard
Published: 2021-07-21T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

“I’ll have the French toast, extra powdered sugar.” Cecily handed her menu to the waiter who was standing at the table.

“And I’ll have the smoked salmon scramble,” Scott said. “And more decaf when you have a minute.”

The waiter walked away which left Cecily with nothing to look at but Scott, sitting across the table. She could have studied the grungy-chic diner decor, or riffled through the sugar packets in the little dish between them, but that would have been awkward. More awkward than this already was.

She and Scott hadn’t said much to each other since yesterday afternoon. She’d gone to bed early, exhausted; he’d worked late, so they hadn’t even seen each other. Still, she’d woken up with her head on his chest like she did a lot of mornings, so that had to be a good sign, right?

Yeah, it means you should talk to him. But what was there to say?

Hey, thanks for making one of the worst days I can remember even worse?

That’s what she wanted to say, but it wouldn’t be productive.

Her phone buzzed against the table and rattled the spoon sitting on the saucer next to her nearly empty cup of coffee.

She picked it up and glanced at the screen, only to tuck the thing away with a grimace she tried to keep off her face. That was the third text Marcus had sent her since yesterday.

“You okay?”

She looked up to see Scott watching her with concern. “Fine. Just—” Might as well tell him. Maybe this was how to start the conversation she knew they needed to have. “Marcus seems to think we’re buddies now.”

The crease between Scott’s brows deepened. “He’s texting you?”

“Yep.”

She didn’t want to be pissed at Scott—in fact, she hated it—but his reaction yesterday stung. She’d been seething mad as she left the studio, the kind of mad that made her cry most of the drive home, and then made her pissed for crying, which made her cry some more.

She’d been a mess.

But then, as the hours passed and she thought and re-thought about what had happened, the anger changed shape.

Scott’s reaction to seeing those runes was not normal.

And her over-the-top reaction had not been logical. If she’d been in a better head space, she’d have seen his outburst as something to question, not rage over. But she hadn’t been in a good frame of mind. Spending even that short ten minutes with her dad had transported her emotions back in time to when her sharpest honed skill was walking on eggshells to avoid incurring her dad’s wrath. And in the aftermath of that, Scott’s over-reaction felt like a slap in the face.

Scott was her safe space, and when she needed him, he’d lashed out.

“Have you told Zander about seeing Marcus yesterday?” Scott’s brown eyes were sincere and full of concern.

Cecily sat back in her seat. “Not yet.”

“You should talk to her when we get home,” he replied.

The waiter arrived with the warm-up for their coffees, so Cecily was forced to stare at Scott until the waiter walked away before responding.

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