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𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓮𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽

Chapter eight

I can be your sugar when your feigning for that sweet spot

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"when are the boys coming back?"

Mackenzie was helping Emily in the kitchen, the two of them preparing something for the bonfire.

The blue eyed girl was, as always, sitting on the counter, frosting a cupcake.

"we will see them at the bonfire dear."

"oh"

"why? Do you miss Embry?" the scarred woman said, wiggling her eyebrows

"of course not!" Mackenzie scoffed "just wondering"

"if you say so"

It has been a couple of days since the whole imprint thing and Mackenzie couldn't stop thinking about Embry.

She felt like she could watch him smile all day, but she knew it was wrong.

Because she hated him, right?

But still, she couldn't help it. She enjoyed the fact that he would glance at her every now and then, gently touch her hand while talking with the boys or pass her lollipops when he knew she needed sugar.

Being a witch, her body needed sugar like human bodies need water: she would become paler within minutes, her eyes would become glossy and her body would begin to feel numb.

Since she started embracing her power, manipulating the water of a small river, she stopped eating everything but sweet food, because any other kind of food would cause her dizziness.

"do you need anything?" Emily asked quietly, putting something in the oven

"can I eat a cupcake?"
"no."

"why not?"

"because I said so"

"can I at least have a lollipop?" she bagged

"I don't have them anymore honey, I'm sorry"

Mackenzie frowned.

"now go get ready, the other will be here in thirty minutes" Emily said, before pressing a kiss on the younger girl's head and running up the stairs