MAGIC and All Other Deadly Affairs | COMPLETE!

THIRTEEN | Deal.

 THIRTEEN | Deal.

I felt dirty cursing and so I vowed never to do it again.

Not to mention in front of Balfer – I didn't want him thinking cursing was normal for me. It was not. But, just thinking of what that dirty, little silver eyes could do to Yuma. Not to mention he knew I was watching him. I could feel it, he knew.

"If he hurts her, I'll kick his butt," I snapped, pacing my living room back and forth.

Norman was late. My friend could be dead and he was taking his sweet time. A short knock on the door made me pause, brightening as I scurried over. Finally he was here. Balfer however, let out a low growl, his fur practically standing on its ends.

"It's just Norman," I told him with a sigh.

However, when I pulled the door open my heart froze as I looked at the woman who was defiantly not Norman. The woman had curling long, red hair with pale skin and painted rogue lips. I merely stared at her, my jaw visually dropping in the reflection of her thick sunglasses.

Her red lips pulled back into a dangerous smile causing a shiver to go down my spine like a handful of broken glass. My hand moved to shut the door, but the woman's black pump heel shot out preventing me sanctum.

"Who are you?' I gaped.

She laughed, the noise sounding powerful and dark, "Darling, I'm the only one who can save that mortal friend of yours."

Yuma.

My eyes widened, a searing fear pulsed through me and my hand grew clammy. Unable to have a tight enough grip on the door, my hand slipped. Spotting the opportunity, the woman shoved past me, smoothing out the long, black dress she wore.

I noted it came just above her ankle, showing her black pumps but other than that the dress showed no other skin. It came up to rest under her chin and did however, show off her pale arms.

Her curled, red hair was wild, puffing out from under the black floppy hat she wore; and went down to rest against her shoulder blades.

I took a breath, closing the door behind us, she seemed to frolic carefully around the living room. I watched her as she plucked the wool blanket off the couch with two fingers then discard it onto the floor (with a look of disgust) before she sat down. Carefully crossing her legs.

"I'd love some tea Darling."

My eyes narrowed, but out of fear of the strange woman I simply nodded. Moving towards the kitchen to flick on the kettle. The faster she drank her tea and left – the better. Peering out of the arch of the kitchen and towards the living room I watched Balfer perch on the arm of the couch in the skin of a black cat. He was keeping her under surveillance I realized. With a slight smile I made a vow to give him another bar of chocolate later.

The kettle went off, and I snapped to prepare the tea. Then, placed the tea pot, cup, saucer and spoon in front of her before placing the sugar bowl down. I stood across from her a god few feet with caution.

She paid me no mind as she dropped four cubes into her cup, before taking a sip and nodding once. My head tilted with curiosity and she looked up at me, those sunglasses still on. I was anxious to know what type of witch she was. Although, I supposed it didn't matter – the copper eyes wanted me dead, and the silver eyes wanted me to join them.

It hurt honestly, because, nobody ever dared to stop and ask me what I wanted.

But then again, what did I want?