The Witches on BellaRow Street

23. Zero to One-Hundred

Keep going, Sis!
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Oh no, 'The talk.'

Zion and I don't say anything as we collect our food, champagne bottle, receipt off the table, and then tip the waiter.

There's no amount of words to describe what we're feeling right now. And the funny thing is, I want to know what's on his mind, but he hasn't said a word or left my side as we walk out of the restaurant and stroll to his valet parked car. Hell, he didn't even flinch when I told him where I parked.

He's quiet, quiet.

But for some strange reason, I'm glad we rode in separate cars.

I can only imagine how awkward our car ride would've been. I know the music would've been turned up louder than usual. I would've counted every single tree, searched for speeding cameras, or finally crack someone's license plate message.

Such as: MDL FGRS UP

My car ride, alone, gives me enough time to craft a story he'll be able to handle. I'm still on the fence about letting him how we cover up the councilman's body to make it seem like an accident. Do I tell him about the photo-stalker? Do I mention Antonio Cree's hallway conversation?

My mind is spinning out of control as I glance at my rear-view mirror and notice a dark blue car switching lanes whenever I do. And Zion's driving in front of me, so I know it's not him.

How long has this car been tailing me? One minute? Ten? I'm so caught up in my drama, that I forgot about my surroundings.

"Don't panic, Yanni," I mumble, moving into the left lane, hoping I'm not being followed.

In desperate times like these, I prefer turning up my music as a distraction. It's the only way I can calm down without losing my shit.

However, when the dark blue car moves into my lane and speeds up behind me, I almost lost control of my steering wheel. Someone's definitely following me. I'm trying to get a closer look at who's behind me but its too dark, which sends my heart racing. I catch a glimpse of their license tag, but it's hard to read through my mirror.

My next best move is to swerve back into Zion's lane, slow down so the dark blue car can pass by or change lanes.

Or option three: I can roll down my window, use my magic, and create a giant water bubble, big enough to splash across their front window, but that'll be crazy. Right? Plus, it'll be all over the news, my sister might disown me and the NIWP will most likely--

My phone rings-- It's Zion.

He must've seen me switch lanes.

Of course, he did.

Without further delay, I tap my cellphone attached to a 'hands-free' mount, Zion installed in my car, and answer the phone.

Me: Hello.

My voice trembles, it's coated in paranoia due to the dark blue car still riding my tail. I'm not sure who it could be, but they're persistent at keeping me on edge.

Zion: What are you doing? You know, our turn is coming up?

Me: I know. It's just, umm...

I panic, hesitating on what to say next. It's a 'speak now or forever hold your peace' moments.

Zion: Yan?

Me: I-I think I'm being followed.

Zion:

Me: Hello? Zi?