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Roseanna smiled at her brother’s invitation and lightly inclined her head in acceptance. She could tell Benjamin was getting worked up, and if Sabastian or Hanna made a comment or jab, it would set him off. Sure enough, Benjamin had his brother pinned against the wall for making a comment about not wanting to go.
After all these years, you would think her younger siblings would have learned to read each other. To understand personalities, ambitions, and intentions of those they call family. Then again, maybe Sabastian and Hanna had not learned the skill of being aware of anyone other than themselves. Rose didn’t make a move to pull her brothers apart, the worst Benji would do would be snapping Sabastian’s neck which would mean the youngest child would sleep for a couple of hours. Hanna, however ran to Sabastian’s aid at the first opportunity.
Rose shook her head, disappointed by her sibling’s actions and reactions to each other. If inner squabbling like this continued, they would not be able to retake the city. They had to act as one. Benjamin took off up the stairs with a mumbled order of when to be ready, and Sabastian fell onto the floor gasping with Hanna kneeling at his side.
After she was sure Benjamin had gone up stairs, Rose knelt down next to Sabastian. “You truly are stupid, both of you.” She grabbed Sabastian’s chin and forced him to look her in the eye. “I know you were not blind to Benji’s frustration with you, and yet you continued to push. You are a selfish little prat! By taking my tonight, he is flying under the radar. If you went, you would proudly, and boldly, claimed your status as an Original vampire. It would be a direct threat if two dominate males went. Taking me will cause Benji to look more casual and non-impressed. I can pass off as a date, no one of importance. And as a female I can gain more information then you and brother combined. Take a nap.” She growled her last sentence and snapped him neck, letting his body fall limp to the floor.
Hanna stood watching in horror. It was not often that Roseanna showed her dark side, and it was truly just as scary as Benjamin when she wanted it to be. Rose did not even look at her sister as she calmly walked up the stairs. Gently, she pushed Benjamin’s door open and leaned against the frame. She said nothing to announce her presence, but instead stood there watching her brother who appeared to be lost in thought.
Charles could smell the fear coming off the witch, and her screams almost made his fangs come out. Fear and the chase of his prey always managed to pull his brother wolf out to play. He was sure he had pushed it too far. All he needed was a way to hide. Suddenly, the door opened behind him accompanied by the chimes above the door. He turned on his heels quickly, afraid one of his father’s tracker dogs had found him. Instead, an older woman who smelled heavily of magic and… age. She did not look that old to him. He pulled his eyebrows down over his still yellow eyes as he evaluated the new person in the room.
At her threat, Charles let his eyes fade back to normal. This new woman in the picture made him rethink his tactics. This woman was not to be pushed around or played with, that much he could tell. Without a word, he followed the older woman to the back room, though every hair on his body stood on end, and every instinct told him to run.
If you run, he reminded himself, you will be sniffed out and dragged back to the Bayou and to the pack. With a deep intake of breath and one last glance at the young witch, Charles walked through the door to the back. Just as the older witch began to show him potions, the younger witch showed up behind him. It was strange he thought, just a few moments ago she was terrified of him and now she wanted to be the one to help. Then she whispered her explanation, and every muscle in his body tensed for a fight.
The young witch handed him a bottle, and Charles took it with no argument. “It will be cash.” He told her, his eyes never leaving the older woman as he backed out to the main room. He handed her a handful of cash and bowed his head slightly, his eyes still watching the back door. “Thank you.” He told her sincerely. Picking up the bottle, he turned and made a beeline for the door.
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Roseanna glared at her brother when he told them to hide. “You’re not becoming ashamed of your family are you, brother?” she asked with an icy tone. Still, as Benji headed for the door Rose tucked herself at the edge of the wall near the door where she would not be seen, but she could still hear. Across the archway that lead to the small hall before the door, Sebastian mimicked his sisters hiding spot so that he could listen as well. Meanwhile, Hanna stood near the corner of the living room nursing her drink.
As the uninvited guest left, the siblings came out of hiding and gathered around Benjamin to read the paper he had. Rose took the paper as he offered it and read it over as her siblings read over her shoulder. “To the owner and one guest.” Sebastian read with a smirk. “Sorry girls, but it looks like you’re not going to the ball.” He gave a mock curtsey then walked back to his chair with a laugh.
“That’s not fair!” Hanna remarked as she walked away to pace the room.
Rose remained silent as she read over the paper again then pulled it closer to her nose. “It smells like the roses from Mother’s garden. Defiantly a woman’s touch.” She remarked as she flipped the paper over to look at the other side. The parchment, however, wasn’t giving away anymore secrets. “If I had to guess, Terri is the self-proclaimed leader of our kingdom.” She told Benji as she handed him back the invitation.
She was not worried about rather she would get to go to the ball or not. It was not a social event, but rather a matter of affairs. Besides, Benji would not take Sebastian with him because two males could be conceived as a threat. If Benji took Rose, he could pass her off as a date and make her look non-threatening.
“The powers of flirtation could get us far in a world of politics.” She said simply, a smile on her face.
Charlie watched the adorable little witch put the dream catcher back on the shelf. It was kind of disappointing that the dream catcher wasn’t magical. He had been hoping it has an additional magical quality. Oh well. He smiled at the witch’s attempt at a joke about his smell, but he did not miss the smell of fear rolling off of her either. “I don’t think I need a bath just yet, I did take one this morning. You are welcome to smell me if you wish to test my smell.” He held up his arm for her to sniff, a smirk on his face.
Like a good pup, he followed the girl to the counter and leaned his elbows on the hard surface. Without saying anything he took the salt from her and turned the bottle around in his hand. It was highly doubtful that salts would cover his werewolf sent from a werewolf nose. “I don’t need the weak stuff, miss.” He told her, sliding the bottle over the counter to her. If he knew anything, he knew that his dear old man had already sent the dogs out sniffing. His father would not let go without a fight.
“I get it, little witch. I did not exactly make the best impression coming in here. But let me tell you a little secret.” His eyes flashed yellow as he leaned closer. “You are going to want to hide my sent from prying noses or you are going to have a whole shop full of beasts like me.” He stood up to his full six foot four inch height and crossed his arms. “And when we leave, I promise your shop will not be in one piece.” He promised in a growl.
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Roseanna smiled at her brother as he poured himself some whiskey. “Why Benji, it is never too soon to pull out the alcohol. I believe it was you who taught me that.” She said teasingly.
“We need new furniture.” Hanna said as she waved her hand in front of her to swipe away the dust as Benji sat down. “Our current ensemble may be a bit too… dusty to be livable.” She walked away from the couch and dust, her heels clicking on the stone floor.
“Oh, please do shut up Ann!” Sabastian half growled as he sat down in a chair across from Benji. He was seriously ready to strangle his sister. Hanna huffed and put a hand on her hip. “Well excuse me if I don’t want to live in filth!”
“A female? It’s about damn time.” Rose commented as she propped herself on the arm of the couch by Benji. She chose to ignore the bickering between Hanna and Sabastian. Their arguing was becoming all too regular and Rose was getting good at ignoring them. She glanced down at her brother to gage his reaction. Even though he may not be the oldest, he was still their leader. Benji had a strong personality that made him a natural leader, but it was Rose who took care of the family. She put out the fires, brought peace to arguments, and was the glue among her family.
“So what are we going to do about this self-proclaimed leader of our home?” She asked.
Charlie turned his eyes from a trinket he had been studying and looked at the shop girl. A smile broke out on his face as he took in her face then her body. “Well, hello pretty lady.” He reached down to grab her hand and pulled it up to his mouth. His lips brushed the back of her hand while his eyes remained locked on hers. Right before letting go of her hand, he slipped his beer bottle into her grip.
“Tisk, tisk, pretty witch. Breaking your own rules in your own shop by drinking a beer.” He smirked at her then turned to pick up a trinket of the shelf. It was a rough circle made out of natural wood, in the middle was an intricate spinning of thread, and beads and feathers hung off the bottom. “Are these dream catchers special because they were made by a witch?” he asked holding the object out in front of him.
There was a reason he had come to this shop, and he knew if he did not stop playing that the witches were not going to be willing to help him. So with exaggerated care he put the dream catcher back on the shelf and sighed. “Okay, okay. I will stop. I need your help. I am looking for a potion or spell to mask my scent.” He told her.
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