Accepted With Scars

Chapter 19

A/N: We have a guest speaker today, please welcome to the stand Aria Spade!!!!!!! She is back for a quick look in, and wait till you see what her trouble ways have got her in this time. Will this be her last wack at breaking the rules? Will it pay off?

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Chapter 19-

Aria's POV

I stared at the screen for several minutes, before I even read the message. At first all I saw was the reflection of my green eyes, in the computer screen, staring back at me. I never expected an answer. But within my inbox, aside from my month report on Rihanna, sat a second unread email. The fact it was there caught my eye, but the subject line 'Your Witch' caught it even more.

The message from Rihanna, my surgical twin, whom took on the name Rihanna, when she finally gained back part of her mind. As much as I hated Arron, and that fact I spat on his dead body, Rihanna was simply a frail-minded girl who was brain-washed by her dad. Her month report showed that her progress was beginning to go backwards, and her wolf was no longer active.

I huffed, and rubbed my temples.

"Come on Aria, focus your damn mind, and read it!" I chanted to myself, and slammed my head on the table after my third failed attempt to keep my attention for the first three words. It had been hard to track any witches down, in need of answers for Ivory. The poor girl, and my poor boys. But since she could not remember her last name, or ever having one, it was impossible to find any family she had. So I sent out a message for any witches who came across it.

I did my best to describe Ivory, and unsure of what to tittle the post, I had called it 'Found Witch' and posted it the only spot I knew of, Craigslist. I had many kids, or illegitimate people, but this one stood out to the rest. The first thing on the email was my original post.

'Did you loose your 5year old witch? Well, she was found 12years later.

Description.
Red hair; Blue eyes; freckles;pale skin.
No name plate, no return address.

Please contact if missing a now 17year old witch, that matches the description. No handling fees, no re-homing, no papers, is potty-trained... now. '

I had felt so awkward, it was all I could come up with. I never mentioned it to anyone, because of the instant stomach sickness I got at the thought, and because if nothing came up, I didn't have to admit I failed. I slapped my cheek, and moved down to the response.

'Dear Finder,

I believe I can help with your found witch. As I know who you are, Aria. I am in fact a witch, not missing anyone, nor know of a missing 5/17year old witch. However, I am a skilled witch, and am willing to pick up your found witch, as I am sure by your description, she does not in fact know much of her lineage. I would like to set up a meeting spot. I am not ill-minded, and am aware you would rather meet me, without the girl. I will only agree upon a public place. If you are interested, please contact me again.

Sabrina Steldon'

I sat back looking at the screen. Steldon, I had never heard the name before, but when I looked it up online, it showed Steldon was a family that had been burned in Salem witch trials. The fact she knew my name, is what instantly a sign, she was either dangerous, or actually a witch. Or both. I clicked over the respond button. Logan would kill me if something went wrong, even worse, if everything went right. At least when stuff goes wrong, he is to relived to be mad. If it works out just fine, he feels all the right in the world to be as angry as a wet dog. Literally. I remember the day I posted the add, Logan was mad at me, because I had been withholding on him.

The night before he had gotten pissed, when I said I wanted to move Rihanna closer, because of her lack of caring family. I knew she was a good person, she just had a dick for a dad. Logan huffed, and ignored be the whole night, so that morning when I came out of the shower, I returned the favor.

"See something you like?" Logan asked, standing there in all his glory, pulling up his boxers. I smiled at him brightly, but my blood boiled. How can he ignore me, not come home, because I wanted to help someone, and then tease me?

"Hello? See something you like?" Logan asked, his boxers in place. I stared at his chest, and licked my lips.

"Yes, I do." I said as seductively as I could, I saw the lust take hold of his body, I started running at him, like i was about to hug him, but at the last moment jumped on the bed, face first.

"I also feel something I like." I sighed into the bed. Logan grumbled and finished getting dressed.

I tuned back into the now, and swallowed any fear about Logan and his tantrums. This is my sons's mate, and we have to figure this stuff out. Levi told me about the fact of Ivory telling Leo to forget about something, and he completely did. Or the issue of her body turning from glowing blue to red, in the middle of Leo and Ivory making out. Also the mishap of her starting to glow blue when she and Levi were making out. I shook my head.

'My god, I hope you Spirits know what your doing, because your putting that fragile little girl in the middle of an alpha sandwich.' I said out-loud, knowing if anyone was listening it was only the Spirits. I placed my hands on the keyboard, and typed a short message.

'Sabrina Steldon,

3:30 Today, Starbucks. If you are an actual witch, you will know where the Starbucks is.

Aria'

I started to right Spade, but thought better than to add my pack name, if she was in fact, not a witch. If a person from her previous pack saw it, I don't plan on showing them what pack has her now.  The response was instant.

'See you there, Aria Spade.'

I glared at the screen, Witchy Bitch. Go through and pull her witch mojo on me, reading my name. What a damn fortune cookie hooker! I huffed, stood up and turned around. I sighed when I realized I only gave myself 15 minutes to come up with an excuse, and meet her there. It was a 10 minute drive, I glared at the door, and slouched my shoulders as I made my way to Logan's office.

"Hey ba...." Logan stopped when he looked up, his blue eyes widening at my glare. "Your not on your period are you?" He asked, I glared at him heavily. He jumped up from his seat, rushing over to me, and pulling me into his warm embrace.

"I need to go." Was the only answer I gave him. Logan's shoulders sagged in relief. I am not that bad on my periods.

"Here you go." He said quickly, pulling his wallet from his pocket, and handing me the pack card. I pulled back and  narrowed my eyes at him, and opened my mouth.

"I am not that...." My explosion of annoyance was cut short, when he pulled me back to him, and kissed me. I sighed, and threw my arms around his neck, letting myself enjoy this, before he put me under silence treatment, for what I was about to do. When he sat me back on my feet, he grinned, shooing me out.

"Take Jimbo or Micheal." He said as the door closed behind me. I stomped my foot on the ground, and groaned when it ached. Now I have to go come up with a whole story. I went to Jimbo, who I found straightening up a fight between two kids.

"Jimbo! I need you to make runs around the territory, keep and eye out on things. Don't come in until I tell you to." I said, not able to come up with anything else. To my shock Jimbo grinned, the biggest grin I have seen on his face. However it reminded me of the Cheshire cat.

"Tell Ri not to go to crazy on our anniversary present." He teased. It took physical effort to not slap myself, how the heck did I forget that. But I smiled and agreed, Jimbo left with a formal nod and another grin. I am so going to ask the witch to poof away the fall out for this. I did not take my time, in getting into the car, and speeding, because I knew I would be a few minutes late as it was.

When I rushed into the store, it took no effort to spot the witch. But with a quick-drop of my stomach, I realized that she had lied to me, and idly part of me had a twisted thought.

Well, hopefully Logan will feel to relived to be mad at me. Sabrina smiled at me, a small almost mocking smile.

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