Page 58 of Wicked Witch
I’m not incapable of getting out by myself, but I’m enjoying this spoiled treatment.
Taking his hand, he leads me to the door. Oh shit. I freeze, and he looks at me.
“I forgot my toothbrush. I’d like to brush my teeth before I eat,” I explain, turning back toward the truck.
“I’ll grab it. Why don’t you give our name to the hostess and find out how long of a wait it’ll be.”
Opening the door for me he waits till I’m inside, then rushes back to the truck.
“Hi, welcome to Olive Garden, can I get a name?” a young red-head asks. She’s got gorgeous blue eyes and a big smile on her face.
A sensation runs down my spine and I smile. I love being psychic sometimes.
Moving closer to her, I lean down. “Don’t think I’m crazy, but take the leap of faith and call him. I promise it’ll be worth it.”
She blinks up at me. “I’m sorry, what?”
“Table for two, under Wynter and it’s a gift, babe. Call him.”
I step away, and she writes my name down.
“Thank you,” she mumbles and pulls her phone out. “It’ll be a five minute wait.”
Astor takes that moment to walk in, and she gives me a big smile before rushing off to the bar.
He hands me the bag, and I head to the bathroom to quickly pee and get this nasty aftertaste out of my mouth.
When I return Astor is waiting for me with the red-head. She’s practically bouncing on her heels.
“Thank you. I don’t know how you knew, but you saved me,” she says, then takes a step toward me and hugs me.
I awkwardly pat her back and nod.
“No thanks needed,” I mumble, and she pulls away, pushes some red hair behind her ear and grabs two menus.
“Your table is ready if you’ll just follow me.”
Astor takes my hand as we walk along empty tables, over to a booth.
“What was that about?” he asks after we’re seated, and the girl leaves.
“A small premonition. She’s been struggling and wanting to call an ex-boyfriend of hers. I told her she should.”
Grabbing my hand, he holds it in his.
“You’re amazing, Wynter Nefari. I was always in awe about your predictions, but now seeing what you really can do…”
Shaking his head, he gives me a smirk.
My cheeks flush, and I look over at a small tablet. It’s full of games or you can place an order on it.
“When I was little, I used to think it was a curse. There was a teacher at school. She had an abusive husband and I predictedher death… I warned her, but she called the school counselor. She was killed three days later.”
“It wasn’t your job to save her, Wyn, you were just a kid.”
“I know, but after that I kept my visions and powers to myself. My mother moved us, and I kept a low profile from that point on. You and Astor are the only ones in college I told about my gift.”
“Erick never believed it. He was an asshole, but Sin and I could tell you were legit.”