11. Ethan

Chapter 11

Ethan

That just happened. “We have to figure out how to remove the memory spell. I can’t take it anymore. I miss him and I don’t even know why I miss him, other than I know he’s missing.”

“Since we know he’s real, and he’s missing, we should be able to figure it out.”

“Exactly!” I hand Florence one of the sugar cookies and we moan into the bite. “Fuck, these are good.”

“Orgasmic, and that’s me saying that.”

I snort as I take another bite. I gather the gifts and lovingly place them all back in the bag. “He really knows me. It’s like he went right into my brain and plucked out my desires. The first edition of Milner Canny’s Grimoire? No one’s been able to find that in centuries.”

“I know.” Florence grins before taking another bite of their sugar cookie. “I tried to find it for you for years. I thought they’d all been destroyed.”

“I did, too.”

We take the path back to my grandmother’s house. With it being so late and close to my birthday, I decided to stay here instead of my apartment. That way, I’m closer to the coven if she chooses not to drop the barrier at midnight tomorrow. I’m sure she thinks I’m bluffing, but I have the entire coven in a text group ready to call a meeting. There’s no way she can stop me.

Just like the night before, Florence and I crawl into my bed together after quick showers. I always seek out warmth in my sleep and they’re always warm. I imagine Wick is too, being a demon. It doesn’t take me long to drift off to sleep and dream about my lovely demon.