The Art of a Witch by L. L. Frost

Author:L. L. Frost [Frost, L. L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Small Bites
Published: 2022-03-19T18:30:00+00:00

OWEN TO THE RESCUE

“Stop complaining, Tris,” I command as I stagger up the stairs under the burden of my shopping bags. “It’s not my fault they didn’t have peanut butter pie. You will just have to put in a complaint with the bakery. Or, better yet, you can get Mrs. Smith’s number from Owen and ring her up about the issue. She’s very passionate about pies.”

Behind me, Owen lets out a laugh as he follows me up the stairs with even more bags.

I’m pretty sure we bought one of everything in the bakery and candy section, including three kinds of Skittles, but Tris refuses to be appeased. He had made his very loud opinion known in the middle of the bakery section when he howled his damn head off about the lack of peanut butter filled pie crusts.

Talk about a drama queen.

I stop in front of the closed door, the bags in my hands too heavy for me to lift an arm to open it, so I settle for banging my shoulder against it. “Haut, let us in, before Tris huffs and puffs and blows the door in!”

When he doesn’t come running to answer my banging, I cast an imploring look over my shoulder.

Owen shifts his bags to one arm and gallantly reaches past me to turn the knob and push the door open.

“Honey, we’re home!” I call as I wobble into the house, my arms feeling like they’re going to pop right out of the sockets. “Haut? You back yet?”

Silence fills the house and I stagger to the kitchen to find it empty. I drop my bags onto the floor before heading down the hall to poke my head into his bedroom, finding it empty.

“Looks like we have the place to ourselves!” I call as I head back to the kitchen.

Owen, in the process of unloading our loot, nods to the wall next to the entry. “You have a message.”

Eyebrows lifting in surprise, I turn on my heel and stare at the archaic machine attached to the wall with a blinking red light. “What the hell is that?”

“It’s an answering machine.” Owen walks up behind me and reaches over my shoulder to press the blinky button.

Haut’s voice drifts out. “Rowe, I hope you’re busy studying and not getting into trouble.”

Owen snickers at his tone, which clearly says he knows I’m getting into trouble, and I elbow him in the stomach.

“I have to stay at the Jones’ house tonight,” Haut continues. “Don’t forget to take your medicine when the timer goes off, and don’t let anyone into the house. There are leftovers in the fridge, so there’s no reason for you to turn on the stove. If there’s an emergency, dial 911 and Deputy Arden will come out. I’ll be home in the morning.”

My mouth drops open as I glare at the machine before I point at it angrily. “I am not a child you Alpha-hole control freak!”

“You know he can’t hear you, right?” Owen wraps his arms around me and nuzzles my neck.

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