Bewitch Me [Book 1 & 2, The Witch's Fate]

Book 1. Chapter Four - Perfect Timing

Xander

I scrolled through the scheduled tasks, plans and meetings that popped up in my phone. Honestly, the idea of making Isabelle to be like one of us wasn't the best idea right now.

Not that she's bad or not right for the task, she's indeed qualified for this post, but I shouldn't mingle with her type, fragile and goody.

I'm bad news to the goodies, especially to the humans—who are very ignorant or careless in nature.

But even as that, there is something special and different about this girl, which I'm still trying to figure out as part of the mission.

I watched as Mr Dylan approved her and left her in our hands, since we were the superiors after him.

"I-I'm so sorry to burst your bubbles but I-I can't...do this. I mean..I'm not perfect like how you guys are. Maybe consider someone...smarter and more...you know, not a nerd?" She firmly said, but to me, it sounded more like a plea since she seemed pretty much nervous—to the extent that I could hear how fast her heart was beating.

I was very surprised to hear this because no one had ever declined or given it a second thought when presented with this opportunity.

She really seems responsible enough for this post.

"We don't just pick people from the ground, we monitor and test students, Isabelle. We've been monitoring you for quite a long time now." Amy blurted out, looking at me for some sort of backup I think.

Did she really have to say that?

I sighed when I saw how she was taking it, and for once, I found it easy to talk to someone 'not in my rank'.

"You're braver than you believe, smarter than you think..and stronger than you seem. I don't believe a nerd would get this 'high'...besides, you aced all eight science subjects." I elevated my eyes from the screen to meet hers, hoping she would somehow take my words as a hint of encouragement. "That should be enough to convince you, don't you think?"

"We'll give you some time to think about it." Amy rolled her eyes and placed the sketchbook in her hands mumbling something I guess only I heard: "What an ungrateful bitch."

Amy Hunters

[A/N: She's the REDHEADED. Wattpad's recent annoying updates removed some photos inserted in this book. So ignore any line that seems blank, thank you and bare with me!]

My jaws clenched a little at the rude remark directed at her but I quickly reminded myself not to interfere. I narrowed my eyes more in confusion when Amy announced our meeting before walking away, swaying her hips seductively.

Meeting at six?

I don't try recalling us planning to meet—

If that's for me...maybe try harder next time slut...