Page 6 of Charmed, I'm Sure

But, as much as I loved Jasper and all its quirks, it never quite felt right to me. I was always dreaming of faraway places and wishing to see what else is in the world. It wasn’t until I dreamed of pumpkins, ghosts, and a little hidden town that I finally took the leap. It took me damn near four years to find this place, as it’s not listed in any official documents. Nobody really talks about it, and it’s not exactly like Jasper is teeming with witches to ask. Every year the dream gave a little more information until finally, one night, a few months back, it gave me the name.

Now here I am, in a hidden town full of witches, ghosts, gossiping crows, and, apparently, my fated mate.

I wonder if there is a book about dating witches for dummies, or maybe a how not to get turned into a toad by a witch.

Chapter Four

This is why I don’t join committees

Bellamy

Ring…Ring…Ring

My hand slaps along my sheets, determined to find the item of my deep annoyance. The blasted thing is blaring an alarm that could quite literally wake the dead, which can mean only one thing. My fingers run across the cold surface as my eyes crack open. The bright, cheerful sun is blinding as I blink my eyes open. My phone screen shows it’s 9 A.M. on a Saturday, which normally is when I sleep in. But, of course, my sister volunteered me to be part of the planning committee for this year’s Samhain festival.

Sighing, I sit up in my bed. The deep purple comforter slides off my body as I push my way out of it. Normally, I wouldn’t be awake before noon on my day off. I have no idea why Elora is so insistent on putting me in the community events. She’s the social one of the two of us, while I couldn't care less about what I’m missing.

My phone vibrates in my hand as I pad my way across my bedroom into my ensuite bathroom. Sigh. Lifting my phone up, speaking of the evil twin. Clicking the answer button, Elora’s face fills my screen.

“Good morning,” she sing-songs.

“Morning,” I grumbleback.

“Glad to see I didn’t need to come over to drag you out of the bed. The committee is meeting in thirty minutes. Sure you can make it there in time?”

“Yes, Elora. I might not want to do it, but I’m never late. It’s too early for your overly enthusiastic energy. Don’t you have some other poor soul to torture with your bright-as-the-sun-on-a-summer-day vibe?”

Setting the phone down on the counter, I turn on the water. There are only a few things I need this morning before I face the public:

1. Hot towel on the face.

2. Largest coffee possible with extra espresso.

3. One of the best orange and cranberry scones from Hex & Harken Cafe.

Otherwise, people might actually believe the rumors about how I’m the evil twin that everyone should fear. Probably still accurate on that one, though.

Elora is talking a mile a minute about all the things happening during Samhain and I’ve not caught a word of what she’s been saying. Too busy enjoying the warm towel wrapped around my face to listen. Honestly, most days, Elora just likes to chat at me, not necessarily to me.

When I pulled the towel off my face, I noticed my sister had pulled out her notebook. That’s never good. If I don’t stop her now, she’ll only keep telling me every single thought that has run through her mind in the last 24 hours. Including any premonitions she’s had, even if it’s when someone might take a shit. Literally, nightmare fuel if you ask me. I’m glad I didn’t get that version of clairvoyance. No, instead I was gifted with ghosts with unresolved childhood trauma. Joys of being the dark magic twin.

“Elora.”

She continues on, her finger trailing down the page. See what I mean about not really talking to me?

“Elora!”

She cuts off mid-sentence of whatever she was going on about. Blinks her eyes. Then looks back to me.

“Thank you Lucifer. Listen, I’m going to be late if you keeprambling on about your entire list.”

She grabs her phone and it shows “video not available” on my screen, as I’m sure she is checking the time.

“But, you have twenty minutes. It’s not that far of a walk.”

“Yeah, well, if you don’t want the committee to be terrified I might hex them, then I need to go to the cafe for my coffee and scone.”

“Bells, they already fear you will hex them,” she says as she covers her mouth, trying to hide the fact that she’s giggling.