Page 68 of Black and White, Twice the Might

“You two. Making out in the street, disgusting,” another said.

“If seeing two people kissing upsets you, just ignore us and move along,” I said to them.

The men moved and started to surround us.

“Or we could make an example of you two perverted freaks,” the first man said, putting his hand in his pocket and pulling out a knife.

That seems to be a signal for the others to pull theirs out, all in varying sizes.

I could take them easily enough. My magic should help. I quickly asked my magic to check Sly, something I probably should have done before, but I was too filled with lust to do it. Wait, I felt magic from him when we first met, didn’t I?

I heard Sly laugh. “That tickles,” he said.

“What does freak?” the second man demanded.

I gasped at what my magic tells me and looked at him.

“Is that a problem?” Sly asked, looking at me, uncertainty showing in his eyes.

I thought quickly. I’ve not had a lot to do with dark witches, but I’m not on guard or scared around Sly. “Nope, not from my end. You?” I asked, wondering if my light magic wouldbe a problem.

“Nope, but this should be fun.”

“What the hell are you two freaks talking about?” another asked.

“Enough of this, get them,” the first man demanded.

They all came at us. I spun round and dealt with those behind us. I threw my magic out and knocked a few out, punched a few and dodged knives, as I used my fists to block and punch. A knife slashedthrough my shirt sleeve into my arm, and I hissed. Before I could do anything, the attacker was hit in the chest with black magic and flew backwards, hitting a handy tree, and falling to the ground groaning.

I spun round and saw all our attackers on the ground, either knocked out or groaning in pain.

I looked at Sly, checking for injuries. “You okay?”

“I am. How’s your arm?” he asked gently, picking it up and looking.

I looked as well. The gash isn’t that deep, but it was bleeding a lot. I calledon my magic and asked it to heal my arm.

Sly gasped in shock as he watched the gash heal. He looked up at me and grinned. “Neat trick. I really want to kiss you again, but not here with these idiots.”

“Then lead me to your place, honey,” I said, taking his hand.

“I should probably tell you, I’m Sylvester Sherwood, the true dark witch of my family line.”

“In that case, I should tell you, I’m Ebenezer Anderson, the true light witch of my family line.”

“Now we can go back to my place and really make magic.”

I laughed and followed him home.

“What areyou thinking about there, sweetheart?” Sly asks, pulling me out of my memories.

“Chinese, kissing in the park, and the first time I saw you do magic.”

“Idiots shouldn’t have attacked us or slashed you with his knife.”

I flutter my eyes at him. “Yep, you’re my hero.”

Sly laughs. “While you’ve been lost in memories, I’ve finished the charms.” He picked one up, holding it out. “This one is for you.”