Blood of Centaurs: Book 12 of The Witch Fairy Series Read Free Page A

distracted from the conversation by the distinct sensation of bugs crawling on my skin.  I jump off my stool and search my body for signs of an infestation.  The lack of one makes me begin to worry someone has put a curse on me.  A glance back toward the others exposes an amused gleam in Raziel’s eyes.  It’s not because of Isla.  “What?” I demand.
    Oblivious to me and my bug infestation, Adriel tries again to clear up her confusion.  “The way you look at him, the way your face lights up when he enters a room and the way you relax into him when you two stroll on the beach at night all indicate you at least have strong feelings for him.”  It takes another hard kick from Alita to keep Kegan from laughing.
    I am more concerned about Raziel’s amusement.  His amusement at my expense.  “What’s so funny?” I ask him again.
    He smiles widely.  “I am simply enjoying a meal with good friends.  Do I need another reason for joy?”
    I’m not buying it.  “It’s not joy.  You’re laughing at me.”
    Ignoring my side conversation with Raziel, Isla grinds out to Adriel, “You have misread the situation.”
    Another bout of skin crawling comes over me.  I want to tear off my dress and search my body for whatever is causing this to happen.  Instead, I glare at the Archangel who knows exactly why this is happening, because he knows why everything happens, and demand, “What is causing this.  Am I under a spell?”
    Raziel debates whether or not he should tell me.  He has strict rules to follow regarding what he can and cannot share of his knowledge.  Basically, if it will in some way alter a person’s free will, he needs to keep it to himself.  Since I am desperately seeking a way to make this stop happening, I believe telling me very much encourages my free will.  “Spit. It. Out.”  My acerbic tone is enough to draw attention away from Isla and Adriel.  Now, everyone is staring at Raziel and me. 
    Finally, Raziel’s inner debate comes to an end.  Favorably for me this time.  That doesn’t happen a lot.  “You have simply come into your unique Fairy ability.”
    I’m not sure about other supernatural races, but both Witches and Fairies develop an expertise above and beyond their normal magic.  Kallen can do reversal magic.  Mom can create illusions that confuse scryers.  Isla, always the over achiever, can do reversal magic and has visions of the future.  But for some reason, I figured this wasn’t going to be true for me since I am already so powerful in many different ways.  “My what?” 
    Awed, Tabitha asks, “You mean she can do more?”
    Under his breath, Kegan grumbles, “Show off.”
    I, however, am still not getting it.  “Feeling like I have bugs crawling all over me is my unique Fairy ability ?  Am I being punished for something?”  For once, I’m not being sarcastic.  I am truly afraid I’m being punished for something.  I mentally make a list of reasons this might happen and stop when I realize the list is way too long.
    Chuckling, Raziel says, “No, you are not being punished.  This is a good thing.”
    “Your sympathy is underwhelming,” I drawl.
    “Think, Xandra.  Think about when you get this feeling,” Raziel urges with a grin.  I want to push him off his stool.
    Still, I try to remember the different instances I have felt like bugs were crawling on me.  It started at dinner last night.  It happened again when we got home and now again this morning.  What is the common denominator?
    “She can be pretty obtuse,” Taz informs Felix.  “Give her a year or two and she might eventually figure it out.”
    I round on my Familiar who seems to have a sixth sense about when Tabitha is in the kitchen.  He’s sitting at her feet waiting for the inevitable feast of bacon she gives him every morning.  He probably has a cholesterol level higher than most cardiac patients.
    Putting my hands on my hips, I demand, “If you’re so smart, why