Mathilda, SuperWitch (Mathilda's Book of Shadows #1)(31)
Hmm.
Why not?
I pulled out my mobile with the new ultra-awesome hot pink cover that had retro shapes and the words “glamour girl” (the new nickname I gave myself the minute I saw the cover) written on it and dialed Mavis.
Of course, in the stone pier museum, I had no coverage. So, had to lean a little bit into the slit window and tilt half of myself and twist the other half somewhat awkwardly to get reception.
When Mavis answered, I said, “Auntie Mavis, I’m with Aidan, do we still have the Darling file?”
“Oh no, my dear, that’s been replaced, of course. Safe and sound. Tell that young strapping lad I said hello. Toodle-loo,” and she disconnected.
I had to let out a little giggle, I mean, “toodle-loo”?
I extricated myself from the window. “Um, I think there was some magic involved with us having that file.”
Instead of looking annoyed, Aidan looked impressed.
Then he stated, “I came to see you because I thought the file was a fake and you’d been fed just enough information to get you in trouble.”
He obviously didn’t know Mavis’s watcher very well if he thought that.
Although the “trouble” part seemed to fit me pretty well.
“Why did you think the file was a fake?” I asked.
“Bennett has put down an edict, no more contact with witches.”
Considering the edict was put down and he was, like, an inch away from me and I wasn’t only a witch, I was the witch, I smiled at him and he smiled back.
Aidan continued, “He also warned us to be on the lookout for any witch antics.”
“Witch antics?” I put my hand to my throat and fluttered my eyes. “Well, I never,” I flirted.
And flirted well, considering how Aidan’s voice dropped a bit lower making it pretty damn sexy.
“So Mavis must have got in under watcher radar, which is pretty good. Especially Darling’s watcher, who is one of our best.”
How weird.
I wanted to ask best at what?
Watching?
I cleared my throat and straightened. As much as I was enjoying this, I had promised Ash.
Before I could say anything though…
“You and I have unfinished business… ” Aidan started, still talking sexy-low.
Uh-oh.
“Aidan, I want to know more about Darling… and to talk… but before that I need –” I needed to let Ash know I was all right.
(Must admit, torn between two-non (not yet?) lovers but not feeling like a fool just feeling… weird.)
“You don’t need me for Darling.” He was leaning closer, smelling better, raising heart rates faster.
“Aidan,” I said.
Black dragon, I thought.
I know, you may think I’m crazy but would you want to be in trouble with Sebastian Wilding?
No?
Me neither.
“Darling has a shadow protecting her,” I informed Aidan. “It’s a good one.”
Black dragon.
“We can’t break it,” I went on.
Black dragon.
“Anything you have for us would be helpful,” I requested.
Black dragon.
“I’d like to take you out to dinner.” Aidan was clearly having a different conversation than the one I was having.
“When?” I liked his conversation better.
“Tonight.” Wow. “Without the Black Dragon tagging along.”
Ack!
Oh my.
He knows everything.
Of course, with a 157 IQ he probably just soaks up information willy-nilly.
“I can’t.” (I could.)
“You can.” (He was right.)
“What do you have against him?” (I meant Ash.)
“I can’t tell you.” (He knew what I meant.)
Hunh?
“Really? Why?” I asked.
“Because it’s a Prophesy, you, me, him… we’re destined for –”
“Excuse me.”
Oh shit.
It was Ash. He was with us in the pier gallery.
“You know The Prophesies?” I asked Aidan, ignoring Ash.
He sure does take his time, that Ash. Then comes at the wrong moment.
“Mathilda.” That was Ash again.
“Sebastian,” I retorted, skewering him with a glance and mimicking his tone because I’d regressed to an eight year old. “Done with your phone call?” I asked, snottily then I turned to Aidan. “Yes, I’ll go out to dinner with you.”
A moment of complete silence.
Aidan grinned.
Ash did not.
I finally realized what all those supermodels are constantly moaning about. There may be a lot of interest but it certainly takes a heck of a lot of time and effort to get anyone worked up!
I wanted to know how Aidan knew The Prophesies. He wasn’t magical.
And I wanted to know The Prophesies, full stop.
Well, maybe not all of them, but some.
And especially the one that involved me and two superhunks (yes, I said “superhunks” but when there is a lack of vocabulary to describe the deliciousness of said superhunks, one must make do, so superhunks it is.)
So here I am, freaking out with hair half straightened and outfit half chosen, writing in my journal instead of getting ready and I’m about to go on a date with a doctor.