Soulceress (The Mythean Arcana 2) - Page 52

Ouch. “You really think I’d go steal another Mythean’s power right as they’re about to compete?”

“Of course you would no’.”

“Sure I would.” What was it about him that made her lie and say things to make him think the worst of her? Even back when she’d wanted him to like her, she’d done it occasionally. Anytime someone thought the worst of her, her porcupine quills went up and she said whatever they were most expecting to hear.

Now, with the mixed signals he kept throwing at her—nice gestures combined with lies and disgusted looks—she wanted to put him neatly into a box that wouldn’t hurt her. A closed box.

“You would no’. You’re just saying that to throw me off.”

She shrugged, but by then they had reached the group of spectators. The glorious rush of power soared through her, like sunlight melting the ice that had filled her body. She closed her eyes to enjoy it. There were so many people here that they wouldn’t even notice feeling a bit tired. If a witch tried to perform a huge spell, she might find that she didn’t have enough juice, but that was unlikely. And she’d get it back soon enough.

She looked down at the Chairman to find him rubbing himself against Warren’s leg. Apparently sometime during the last couple of days, while she’d been out, the Chairman had decided that he didn’t hate Warren.

“What the hell have you been feeding my cat?” Had he been nice to the Chairman? He hated the Chairman.

“Nothing.” But his face was too innocent.

She tapped her foot, then raised a hand as if she were going to cast a spell at him.

“Fine. I made a fire for him.”

The Chairman did like fires. “And…?”

“Might have opened a tuna can. He can open the fridge himself and get whatever meat is inside, but the tuna can was giving him trouble.”

This big warrior had opened a tuna can for her cat? A cat he used to hate? What the hell was going on here? Lies and manipulation, while mending her jacket and feeding her cat?

Overwhelmed, she spun around and headed over to another group of spectators to fuel up on more power and get some space to try to ground herself after such startling revelations. If the Chairman wanted to be a traitor for a fire and some tuna, he was his own cat. If she were honest with herself, she couldn’t blame him.

Warren watched Esha storm off and cursed.

“Why are you such an asshole?” A feminine voice demanded from behind him.

He turned to see the small blonde who’d tossed the caber so far. She was slight and pale, but an angry energy radiated from her and made her appear far larger. Apparently she’d snuck up on him while he’d been watching Esha.

“You’re Esha’s friend?” Warren asked.

“Yeah. And the Celtic goddess of victory, so you’d best not be messing with my friend or I’ll make you regret it.”

“You’re Andrasta.”

“Yeah, you got that right.” She stuck out her chin. She was an antagonistic little thing, with speech that was far more modern than most gods’.

“What’s your problem?” he asked.

“You. I watched you from the other side of the field. What’d yo

u say to Esha to make her storm off?”

“I probably put my foot in my mouth.”

She stepped back, as if surprised by his admission, but recovered quickly. “You do that a lot, from what I hear.”

Esha had told her about him? “Aye, I’ve been known to.”

She scowled and tapped her foot, taking his measure.

“So, you know about Esha’s past,” he said. He didn’t understand her, but he wanted to. She wasn’t pissed that he’d fed the cat; it ate anything it could get its paws on. Once he’d even heard her tell it they’d order pizza soon and that it could have half Hawaiian.

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