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“See that it's done!” I growl, showing her how unpleasant she's made me, then stand from her chair and portal home.

I don't know how much longer I'm going to have with just my wife and I. I'm not going to take any time for granted.

SILVER

“It is so good to see you. I have missed our sleepovers,” Jade says as she pops a piece of caramel popcorn in her mouth.

“I'm shocked that Luke said we could have a sleepover to begin with,” Clara comments as she scrolls through the movies on WITCHFLIX. There is a good selection, but I've seen most of them.

I've been spending a lot of time in the bedroom lately.

Sighing, I lean back against the bed and frown.

“Merida, will you please settle and just enjoy your night off,” I say and she stops fluffing all the pillows and rearranging the sleeping cots.

“Sorry, I'm not used to having a break, but I'll try. It was very nice of the Master to include me.”

She sits on one of the cots and twiddles her thumbs. She's practically vibrating with energy.

“So what should we do first? We can do nails, facials, oh!” Jade squeals and I jump.

“You're a witch now. We can do spells and potions and no offense, babe, but we need to do something with your hair.”

Clara's nodding in agreement. Lifting a piece of my dark hair with my fingers, I look at the inky color.

I mean the red was nice and reminded me of Luna, but the black has grown on me.

What the hell!

“Okay, let's do it.”

Climbing off the bed, I move into my bathroom, and Jade follows. When I step inside and turn the lights on, she gasps.

“Holy shit. Like… Holy fuck, Silver. You've been holding out on me. I say after this we conjure bikinis and jump in that tub.”

Laughing, I dig under the cabinet for some dark color towels. I can only imagine what the red dye will do to the nice linens we have.

Luke has a thing for extravagant luxuries, but I'm not complaining. I've quite enjoyed the million thread count Egyptian cotton sheets and the body washes from Paris.

“Um, babes, what are you doing?” Jade asks with a laugh.

“Aren't we dying my hair?”

“Ah, yeah, with a spell. No mess. No fuss.”

Snapping her fingers, she mutters something under her breath and my hair turns a beautiful shade of red.

Not quite like my natural, but it's pretty. Glancing in the mirror, I smile, then frown.

This is the old Silver. The one who was in love with three boys and lived in a cottage under false pretenses. This is the old me.

“Please change it back, Jade,” I whisper, and she pauses. She was fluffing up my hair and talking about the bathtub again, while I was having my inner breakout.

“You don't like it?” Pouting, she mumbles and snaps again. The dark strands return and I take in a deep breath. This is meant to be my color now.

“Thanks.”

CHAPTER NINETEEN