Page 20 of His Little Devil

Placing my book on the corner of his bed, I stand and stretch. My head is pounding, but I know it’s a mixture of all the visions I’ve been having, and the fifth of Jack Daniels I had for dinner last night. It’s not like anyone is around to see me spiral.

I was hoping Don would have realized that we were stronger together and come back, but by the sound of silence surrounding me, I’m going to take a wild guess that I’m still all alone.

Sighing, I glance back at Wells one more time, then leave his room and head toward the shower.

Silver’s shit is still all around me, and I don’t hesitate in grabbing her whipped body butter and chucking it into the mirror, shattering the glass.

“Fuck you! You bitch!” I roar, then fall to my knees and try to catch my breath.

My chest is heaving, but that’s not what’s bothering me. My heart is broken, and I feel fucking played with and betrayed. Not only by the girl with silver eyes, but my best friend, my brother.

How could he just leave when shit got hard? Were Wells and I really that inconsequential to him? So much for ‘family for life’. It’s all bullshit.

Leaning my head back, I roar to the ceiling and grip my hair tight, then take a few breaths and climb to my feet.

Stripping off my dirty clothes, I step into the shower and turn the water on, trying not to think about the time when Silver slipped in behind me and tried to get me to fuck her. Maybe I should have just done it. Gotten it over and done with. Maybe then I wouldn’t be here still pining for her.

Bending my head, I let the hot water beat against my neck and shoulders. I know I could just use a massage spell, but I don’t deserve it right now. Not when my best friend is laying in his bed in a coma. I grab some shampoo, not caring who it belongs to. It’s not like anyone is here to yell at me anyways.

Once I’m clean, I turn the water off and open the shower door. I really should restore the mirror and clean up this mess. I know that Liza, Jade, or Clara will be by at some point. They don’t need to see evidence of my breakdown.

I mutter some stupid rhyme my mom taught me to clean my room with and wave my hand, then grab a towel, before leaving the bathroom. I ignore the basket of muffins on the counter and walk to the fridge.

“Damn! We need to go to the store,” I mutter, then laugh, shaking my head. It’s not like we need to hide our spells anymore.

I close my eyes and picture the items I need from the store, and snap my fingers with a click of my tongue. The shelves fill, and I grab a peach Greek yogurt, then slam the door and look for a spoon. I snatch another bottle of whiskey and walk back toward my room.

I don’t dawdle, as I quickly dress in another pair of sweats, not bothering with a shirt, then return to Wells. He still hasn’t moved and I sigh, dropping my shit onto his nightstand table.

“I hope you wake up soon, brother. I fucking miss you, and I need you here to help me put out this dumpster fire,” I grumble, then drop back into his armchair.

Closing my eyes, I sigh and try to clear my head. “Where are you, Don?” I mutter, picturing him in my mind. I know he’s trying to block me. His shields are up, but what he doesn’t know is that since Silver ascended, our powers are amplified, and she connected us all.

Even that creep, Luke.

Tingles run up my spine and I clench my teeth when Don comes into view. He’s in a car, parked in front of a non-descript motel. He looks fucking wrecked, and for a moment, I feel pity for him, but then I remember he left me, and that sympathy disappears.

He’s drinking a bottle of something and trying to call Silver, but she won’t answer.

She’s in Hell. I doubt they have cell reception there. Watching him is pissing me off, so I open my eyes and crack the seal on the bottle of Jack.

Now that I know he’s safe, I think I’ll drink myself into a nap.

DONOVAN

The moment Silver stepped into that portal, shooting me a look of goodbye, I knew I would never be the same. Wells collapsing into my arms didn’t help matters either.

As soon as I knew he was going to live, I got the fuck away from Alistar Academy. For the first time in my life, I was selfish.

I packed a bag and didn't even bother changing out of my suit from the ball, not giving a shit about the attention it caused me. I made a portal from my room to outside by the garage, then jumped into my SUV and started to drive.

I had no destination in mind, just that I needed to get away from there. Away from the place where I envisioned a life. A family.

Only stopping for gas and snacks, I drove until I reached a small beach town on the coast of California. After having a breakdown in a parking lot, and blowing up Silver’s phone, I did a simple spell to conjure up a place to rent and a bed to sleep on. I planned to leave the next day, but the little town enchanted me.

There’s just something about it that appeals to me. Leaving the condo, I walk across the street to a beach bar. I doubt I’ll be able to get a drink at this hour, but maybe they serve breakfast. I’m starving, and beyond the point of hungover.

There is a little girl playing in the sand underneath a huge umbrella. She seems to be alone, and I don’t know how I feel about that. She can’t be older than seven. I walk closer to her, and sigh when I see that she’s face-timing someone I assume is her mom.