“Junie,” Anton says, laughing a little, wrapping his hand gently around my wrist and tugging my hand away from my mouth. “What? What is it?”“Tony,” I whisper, still horrified, my throat tightening with my guilt. “I – there’s no wish anymore – I ended the stupid fucking Game which means there’s no m
“And then you really sealed the deal when you poured your wine all over his shoes,” Anton murmurs, again pressing his lips to my skin once more before tilting me back up so he can see my face. Little laughs still pulse through me as I shake my head at him, sliding my hands down to my nose so I can s
I give a sad little cry of disappointment when Anton moves his mouth from mine.“Nooo,” I whine, tightening my arms around his neck, pulling him back to me.Anton laughs, his shoulders tightening, resisting. “Juniper, you’ve got to sleep –““No I don’t, I’m magic –“He laughs harder now, grinning at
Anton sits down on the couch and tugs me down with him. Then he curls his arms around me, pulling my back to his chest, and we lay down, all snuggled up.“Love you, June,” he whispers, his mouth so close to my ear that I’m sure I’m the only one who could hear it.I smile, well pleased, and snuggle b
“Oh geeze,” I say, my eyes fixed on my sad little slug ex, perched there in Faiza’s hand. I take a big gulp of my coffee and then set it aside on the table, looking around at my friends for perspective.But Anton, Orion, and Laila just look at me with wide eyes and blank faces, letting me take the l
“Not anymore,” Orion grumbles, glaring at Faiza from his chair.“Yeah,” I say, smirking smugly at the Priestess. “I fixed him.”“You did?” Faiza asks, tilting her head to the side. Then she takes a step back from me, looking me up and down, her eyes shifting subtly like she’s no longer looking at me
“Yeah,” he says, his head dropping in sudden relief.“Oh god,” I say, crossing my arms again, my shoulders going up by my ears as I look around at my friends and Faiza. Everyone but Faiza just stares at me wide-eyed. The priestess, predictably, is thrilled.“So, what now?” Faiza asks, twisting back
I gasp, delighted, clasping my hands beneath my chin as I beam at my ghostly handmaid, who is also kind of my boyfriend now. “I would love pancakes!” “Well then you’d better conjure up some ingredients, Princess,” Antons says, crossing to me and slipping an arm around my shoulder. Faiza snarls at