Mathilda, SuperWitch (Mathilda's Book of Shadows #1)(17)

She’s telling me?

Aidan:

I called him, no answer.

I stopped by the Plumber Shop (or whatever it’s called) and even though his truck was out front, they said he wasn’t there. (Summoned a new SuperWitch power and sniffed them… unpleasant… sweating, most likely lying… bastards.)

Josie says she hasn’t heard from him in awhile. She used to clean the Plumber Shop at night (Plumber Shops are cleaned?) and ran into him a couple of times. She knows nothing else about him except, “He seems nice and he’s really cute. He looks like that Sawyer guy on Lost except, obviously, cleaner seeing as Sawyer didn’t have a shower most the time because he was a castaway or he was fighting bad guys or running through the jungle or getting shot or tortured or falling out of helicopters and such.”

No duh.

(Seems Josie watched Lost and took mental notes… hmm.)

I have tried to see him via a variety of sources, my (yay!) new crystal ball being one of them but failed.

Am weirded out that I may have kissed an actual baddie (rather than just an in-my-neurotic-head-baddie) in way of Glenn Close in the Jagged Edge (though without the vomiting and hopefully Aidan is not vicious slashing killer but just charming witch hunter (what am I saying?)).

The Mathilda Books:

Eleanora Hobbs-Wilding did a number on the books. Her spell means the bad guys read one thing, the good guys read another thing, but when Mathilda Guinevere Honeycutt opens one of them, they say:

Mathilda, it wouldn’t be good if you knew your future. Tell Mavis we say hello.

Fucking Eleanora.

Sebastian:

Does not like nickname.

Ignores me if I use it or gives me dirty look.

I use it a lot.

A lot, a lot.

Got Rory using it. (Hee hee.)

Have not had another incident a la making out, etcetera. This is good as Sebastian is a bad, bad man.

He is bad because I started to have many a fantasy after incident in library but after one particularly, er, satisfying evening… came down to breakfast next morning to the surprise of Ash looking at me like a cat who got his cream.

Realized belatedly have mind-meld with him (re: black dragon, etcetera, etcetera).

Fuckity, f**k, f**k.

Had terrible thought that he could see my fantasy!

Drank coffee, ate cranberry orange muffin and watched him surreptitiously.

When he got up to leave, he looked me in the eye and grinned!

Sebastian… does… not… grin.

Bloody cheek.

He can read my mind!

Demanded that Mavis tell me about black dragon gig. She said Black Dragon was Ash’s call sign a la Val Kilmer as “Iceman” in Top Gun. I was to use black dragon as my way of telling him I’m in trouble and need him.

However…

Get this!

He is actually programmed into my mind so no matter what trouble I get into, say, even if I’m drugged and can’t think straight, he may have a way of finding me, helping me, etcetera, etcetera.

Do not like this.

At all.

Told Mavis I didn’t like it.

She shrugged.

“I could do something about it, I suppose,” she muttered, “since I put the spell on the two of you. But I don’t think it would be wise. You could talk to Sebastian about it and see what he says.”

Bloody right I would.

I asked where Ash lived and she hemmed and hawed and finally explained he was staying in The Dungeons.

(FYI: The Dungeons are not real dungeons, per se, but Su, Viv and I called them that when we visited. The Dungeons were the two bottom floors of The Gables which were built into the side of the cliff. It is kind of darker and scarier down there than anywhere else in The Gables. We avoided it as there were too many shadows which seemed to move when they weren’t supposed to and it freaked us out.)

Took windy, twisty route to studded, wooden door that leads into Dungeons and knocked (heard loud echoes on other side of door after knocking, creepy, I really hate The Dungeons).

When Ash arrived at door, he opened it (creakily) and leaned against the jamb with arms crossed on chest (his favorite position to look down his nose at people). Then he looked down his nose at me (could swear he had a little grin on his face).

“Don’t eavesdrop into my thoughts anymore. We’ll get you a beeper or something,” I said, figuring I might scare him into complying with my supreme bossiness and confident demeanor.

“No.”

Obviously, it didn’t work.

“Some things I think are private. Just meant for, er, me,” I told him.

This was embarrassing.

“Mathilda,” he said, exuding restrained patience, “you think of me… any time you think of me… I’ll know. Whatever it is. That’s the way it goes, that’s how I protect you.”

“Well, stop it.”

“I can’t.”

“We’ll get Mavis to do something about it,” I suggested helpfully.

“I don’t want Mavis to do anything about it,” he said and then grinned again. “I like your thoughts about me.”

Ack!

Sebastian is most provoking.

(How’s that for a thought?)

Chapter Four

The Month of February

2 February

Status quo.

Everyone is alive which I think is good.