"Come on, little witch. You're only prolonging the inevitable. We're going to have you one way... or the other..."
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There are some rules you don't break
when it comes to the supernatural.
1. Don't be an idiot.
2. Don't make deals with Demons...
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The Witch
His eyes were fixated on me as I ate my giant bowl of cereal. They were sharp. The gentleness I had seen in him last night was gone. It was now just pure icy scrutinization. He was dissecting me with solely his gaze.
But I knew what he was thinking. He was scheming. He was drafting all the pretty words he'd use on me to make me want to give in.
"Have you thought long and hard about your next strategy," I asked blandly, stirring my cereal lazily. "You must be going out of your damn mind right about now."
If the jab hit, he didn't show it.
"And you must be so pleased with yourself," he said simply.
I flashed a smug grin. "Why yes. I am."
"You have no idea what you're starting here, little witch," he said flatly, pulling a cigarette from his sweatshirt and tossing it between his teeth like an expert juggler. "If you keep this up, neither of us will get what we want."
He flicked his lighter and lit the cigarette.
"I'm a scorched earth kinda girl," I said, taking a bite of cereal.
The cigarette bobbed between his teeth as he chuckled. "Is that what this is? You're looking for some sort of retribution for your broken home?"
"I just want to be left alone," I said tiredly.
His smile widened. "Are you sure?"
I rolled my eyes. "You're not slick," I huffed out a laugh. "Now you're going to come over here and flaunt your obnoxiously large ego and—"
"If only it was that simple," he sighed. "But you want your space. And I have to take an appointment. I'll be in my office."
"Whatever," I dismissed blandly.
"If you need anything, you know where I'll be," he smirked.
"A phone would be nice," I suggested. "I would like to let Gen know I'm alive."
"We'll see how cooperative you are," he said curtly.
I threw down my spoon into the bowl with a clang.
"You just said to tell you if I needed something," I said in annoyance.
"And I never said I'd give you anything," he said innocently. "Maybe I just wanted you to stop by and see me."
"Oh, you motherfucker," I hissed. "One phone call. That's it. That's all I need!"
"You said that exact same thing when you convinced me to take your deal. I won't be swayed like that again," he said, voice lowering dangerously.
Shit.
"Please," was all I said, my voice softening. "She has to know I'm still alive."
"You don't think she already does," he laughed cruelly. "That woman has been keeping tabs on you since you fell into her care. So has your beloved coven. She may be sweet and gentle, but my dear little witch, you have been used."
