My Warlock Mate.

(Chapter Thirty-Two)

I heard a knock at the door and I quickly raced out of the kitchen towards the door. I paused when I got to it though and straighten my back, putting a calm look on my face so Hermes wouldn’t know I had raced out to meet him. I felt so bad for earlier and what I said to him. I realize now that I was uncalled for and I did hurt his feelings saying I was stronger than him.

I mean, I was but that didn’t mean I should rub it in his face.

My dad raised an eyebrow at me and I shrugged. I answered the door and put on a friendly smile, “Hey, glad you came.”

“You said it was important.” he said as he came in and waved at my dad. He didn’t look very happy as he did and he might still be hurt at what I had said. I wanted to hug him and apologize, saying I was horrible but I didn’t want to do that with my dad and mom in the room. “Abigail, nice to see you.” he said.

My mom smiled widely and paused the TV show she was watching, “Hermes, so glad you’re here. Staying for dinner?”

“Uh—sure, of course. I would love to.” Hermes said.

“Okay, no more talking.” I said as I wrapped my arms around Hermes arm and pulled him towards the dining room that lead to the kitchen. When we were inside, I wrapped my arms around Hermes waist and placed my cheek over his chest, “I’m so sorry, I was horrible to your earlier. I didn’t mean what I said, it was wrong of me Hermes.”

“Jaycee, it isn’t me you should be apologizing to, it’s Grace. You sprained her ankle pretty badly, but you can’t without explain how you were able to do that buy flinging at a desk at her.”, he said and I pouted since I didn’t care what happened about Grace. She gave me a snotty look and I didn’t want to get in trouble, so I used a little magic to help. Teach her a listen. Hermes put his hands on my shoulders and pulled me away a little so he could look down at me, “Jaycee, enough with a magic for right now. I’m worried about you.”

I chuckled, “Worried? About what—oh, the water boiling!” I said when I realized the pot I had on the stove was boiling and it’ll be too hot to drink. Well too hot for Hermes, I love this temperature. Makes this chilly fall air go away with a nice cup of hot chocolate. I grabbed the two cups that had chocolate powder in it. I lifted the pot up and started pouring some water into the cups, “I don’t see why you’re worried, Hermes, I’m completely fine—ow! Ow!” I yelped when the stupid water poured down the stupid pot and onto my hand and arm! I dropped the pot and held my burning right hand to my chest.

“Oh damnit,” Hermes said as he took my hand and I winced, whimpering in pain. It was angry red going down my arm and my eyes stung with tears.

“What happened?” my mom asked when she came into the room, concern on her face with my dad behind her since I had screamed pretty loudly.

“Jaycee burned herself—sorry.” Hermes said when he touched the red marks on my arm and I cried out in pain.

“She burned herself?” my dad questioned as he walked over to us. “That’s impossible, we don’t get burn by hot water. See.” he said as he stuck his hand in the pot.