Page 14 of The Summoning Spell (The Holiday Glitch #1)

Bonus - Maya’s Thanksgiving Book

(One Week After Halloween)

B lair stirred oat milk into her coffee with a cinnamon stick, looking more like an influencer than someone running on empty.

The windows were fogged, and the morning light diffused into a soft, blurring haze.

Her laptop sat open on the kitchen table, untouched and silently accusing.

In the bathroom, Ashar was talking to himself in the shower, probably trying to hex the hard water again.

Her phone buzzed.

It was Maya

“Are you up? Or are you still being honeymoon-phased into oblivion?”

Blair smirked and hit the speaker.

“Define ‘up.’ Physically? Emotionally? Maybe spiritually?”

Maya didn’t miss a beat. “I’ll take whatever I can get, post-sex demon possession.”

Blair sipped. “He’s essentially my fiancé now. Or my eternal soul tether. Hard to say which.”

There was a sharp choking noise from Maya’s end. “Wait, was that a proposal I saw carved into a pumpkin on your Insta story? I thought that was a bit. You’re actually engaged?!”

“I mean, yeah.”

“You summoned a man with your uterus, and now he’s putting a ring on it? Bitch, I can’t even get a guy to spell my name right on DoorDash.”

Blair snorted into her mug. “To be fair, he was made of ancient ache and karmic sex magic. Bit of a head start.”

“Speaking of head, I just found out Caleb is engaged.”

The tone shift hit like a snapped rubber band.

Blair blinked. “Wait, you mean your Caleb?”

“No, the other one I let ruin my self-esteem for two years. Yes, my Caleb. He’s marrying a girl who dresses like she hosts toddler birthday parties and says ‘no cap’ without irony.”

There was a silence. Then:

“Do you want me to mail you a hex kit?”

“I want to borrow yours,” Maya said. “You still have that candle, right?”

“I do. It’s mostly wax and trauma residue at this point. I’ve still got the glitter bath bomb too, but full disclosure, it’s impossible to get out of the toaster.”

“Perfect. I’ll Venmo you for shipping.”

Blair chuckled, then quieted. Her fingers toyed with the rim of her mug. “Listen. I know it hurts. I remember how it felt, watching someone walk away and then choose someone else. Like you were never even in the running.”

Maya’s voice softened. “Yeah.”

“But also,” Blair said, stirring her coffee, “if you’d told me three weeks ago that lighting a birthday candle and muttering my ex’s name would end with an actual demon proposing to me.”

“Blessed be the bad decisions,” Maya softly and respectfully said.

Blair smiled. “So it is a spell.”

“It’s magic-adjacent chaos,” Blair said. “It worked. But it came with consequences. Emotional ones. Spiritual ones. Horny ones.”

“I’ll risk it.”

“Just be careful what you wish for.”

Maya let out a heavy sigh. I want someone who doesn’t treat me like a free trial before committing to a woman who thinks micro-blading is a personality.

“You’ll find someone,” Blair said gently. “Probably when you least expect it.”

“Like when I’m drunk in a bar bathroom, doing a TikTok trend I don’t understand?”

“Exactly. You’ll be on your period, your phone will be cracked, and he’ll still think you’re magic.”

Maya paused. “I hate how specific that was. Are you psychic now?”

“Maybe. Or maybe I know you.”

There was another pause. Softer this time.

“Hey, B?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m really happy for you. And if this demon ever breaks your heart, I will learn real witchcraft. Blood and bones and all.”

Blair laughed, but her chest ached in that full, grateful way. “I love you, too.”

Continues in The Stuffing Situation