Fire & Ice

Chapter Twenty-Five

Chapter Twenty-Five

A meeting with the coven was called for later that evening, to let everyone know what had been happening as of late. We were told there was safety in numbers, and to try to stick together or with other people as much as possible.

Portia and I returned to her house and immediately sequestered ourselves in her room.

Guiding her to the bed, I gestured for her to take a seat. "Sit down," I said with a sigh, knowing she wasn't going to like what I had to say. "I have something I need to tell you."

"All right." She did as I asked, biting her lip, worriedly. "What's up?"

"Well, I've been purposely keeping something from you." I paused, not wanting to add another thing to her growing list of anxieties, but she needed to know what was going on. "I didn't want to upset you."

"Tell me," she responded, her voice firm.

"It's about Shelly. She hasn't quit. She's been all over me at school."

"All over you how, exactly?" she asked, and I didn't miss the clenched jaw. She wasn't happy about this.

"Hugging me in the halls, rubbing against me whenever she gets the chance—she even tried kissing me again."

Portia grew thoughtful, which surprised me. I'd expected an explosion. "Apparently, a broken nose wasn't enough to get my message across," she grumbled.

"She seems to be doing remarkably well with her nose." I'd been watching her healing progress to see if there was anything strange about it. "Other than some slight bruising beneath her eyes and a piece of medical tape covering it, she looks almost normal. Well, at least her 'new' normal."

"So, does all this attention turn your head?" she asked, and I snorted loudly. The idea that Shelly could even remotely compete with Portia was ludicrous as far as I was concerned.

"It's quite annoying to be honest with you. I wish she'd get over herself."

Portia giggled, and the sound made me smile. "Well, I guess it's time for me to step up my game then."

"How do you intend to do that?" I asked, getting curious.

"I have an idea in mind."

Opening the link between us, I dug around in her thoughts until I landed on the one I was looking for. Her visual filled my mind and instantly I was one hundred percent behind this plan.

"You don't play fair do you?" I said, chuckling as my gaze drifted across her.

"Not when it comes to you." She smiled innocently.

"I like this idea," I replied, excitement running through me. Who was I kidding? I loved this idea. "I can't wait to see it in action."

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Portia was nervous when we arrived at school the next morning. I got off the bike and stared at her appreciatively. My eyes drifted over her black micro mini skirt, white fishnets, and down to her thigh high leather boots that made her legs appear like they went on forever.

"You're gorgeous! Don't even worry about it," I said with a grin as she removed the helmet, shaking her curled hair so that it fell in gorgeous waves around her shoulders. My gaze dropped from her face, which was made up more heavily than usual, down to the scooped neck of her black and white striped shirt she wore under her form fitting leather jacket. It showed off an ample amount of her cleavage when she leaned forward use the rearview mirror to put her large hoop earrings on. My pulse immediately switched from fast to roaring.