The Witches on BellaRow Street

43. The Moment Of Truth

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I'm supposed to be snuggling in between silky sheets, planning my future, and drifting off into romantic bliss, but here I am staring at an empty office-space building for lease with Zion.

That's right--Zion.

A few cumulus clouds float under a starry night while a flashing street light flickers on the corner, next to a light gray stucco-style building. It's still under construction, judging by the horizontal beams supporting the glass window in the front.   

"Do you have the right address?"

It's the second time Zion's ask me that question since we've been sitting here, parked across the street at the right leasing building. Plus, Aunt BeeBee's takes her time typing, so I know it's correct. Also, there's a RAHS Construction sign beside the office building.

"Yep."

"Are you still mad?"

I roll my pretty brown eyes away, glancing out of the passenger window, watching a palm tree sway from left-to-right. I'm mad as hell, but arguing will be pointless. Zion's here, after reading Aunt BeeBee's direct comment about him staying home. Of course, her message fueled the fire, compelling him to get out of bed and put some clothes on, saying things like 'Yan, you're not going by yourself' and 'you left your car at your house anyway.'

"Yep."

"I'll make it up to you..."

I smile, twisting my head back, catching a glimpse of a familiar face, running across the street. My mouth parts, watching Alexander scan his surroundings before creeping into the office building. The same office building we're casing.

I snap my belt buckle off and open the car door, so quick that Zion does a double-take. "I have to go!"

"Fine, but I'm coming with you."

"Zion, it may not be safe."

He laughs, looking at me like I've told him the earth is flat. "Yanni, it's not a debate."

So, this is love, mmm. So, this is love.

While I hum old Disney movies, to myself, Zion and I sprint across the street, looking both ways. We sneak into the same construction board Alexander slid through, as quietly as possible.

Meanwhile, I've already group texted my sisters, once in the car and again, right now. I don't know what's holding them up, but they should at least respond. Right?

We step over a few single boards, lying on the first floor of the leasing building. On the right, there's a row of silver elevators, next to an empty security desk in the middle.

A fire hazard stairwell angled on the left grabs my attention. It's cracked open with a concrete block, used as a door stopper.

"I think he took the stairs," I creak the stairwell door open, stepping forward. 

"Yan, hold up," Zion peeks around. "We don't know what we're going. We're walking in blind."

My shoulders slouch, knowing I should've forced Zion to stay home. He's holding me up, stopping me from walking up the steps and finding Alexander. And once again, my Witch lifestyle is getting in the way of our love.

"Do you have a better idea?" I ask.

"Yes, let's check the security cameras on the desk."

I deadpan, but it's better to be safe than sorry. Zion's a human, after all.