Mistfall Read Free

other, have an insane jealous streak, and their
machismo attitude makes me want to throw up on a good day.
    I would have rather stayed home, but it had
been a long week and I could use a drink or four.
    Owen wasn’t a bad looking guy. He was tall,
dark, and handsome. Being a werewolf, he was all muscle. There
wasn’t a space on this guy’s body that wasn’t defined.
    He put his arm around Melissa’s shoulders in
a way that could only be considered possessive. I was surprised he
hadn’t urinated on her and marked his territory.
    “Hey babe,” he greeted Melissa and gave her a
quick peck on the cheek. He then turned to me. “Mags, I want you to
meet a friend of mine.” Owen gestured to his friend, “This is
David.”
    Sweet flippin’ Hades, the hound was
setting me up! If looks could kill, Melissa would be dead. I
was shooting lasers out of my eyes at her. She shrugged as if she
didn’t know anything and gave me an apologetic smile. Left without
a choice, I composed myself and forced out a smile.
    I stuck my hand out. “Hi David, it’s nice to
meet you.” I could be civil, well at least I could try. Even if he
wasn’t a werewolf, he wouldn’t have been my type. He was short,
stocky, and ginger. Ginger!
    He took my hand in his and brought it to his
lips with a lascivious gleam in his eyes, “The pleasure is all
mine.”
    I took every last bit of will power I had not
to roll my eyes. Pretending to shiver, I said “It’s a bit chilly
out here, why don’t we go in?”
    I looked to Melissa for support. She knew me
well and picked up at the obvious pleading in my eyes. “Come on
Owen, Mags is right, it is cold out her.”
    Instead of relinquishing my hand, David held
onto it as we followed Owen and Melissa to the bouncer outside the
door, with the rest of the dogs behind us.
    Vin, the bouncer was a demon and built like a
brick shithouse. He was menacing looking, even more so with black
eyes. No irises, no whites, just pure midnight for eyes. He also
just happened to be a big teddy bear where Melissa and I were
concerned. We had helped him out of a sticky situation involving a
pixie and handcuffs. Don’t ask, you don’t want to know.
    “How are my two favorite Witches?” he grinned
and pulled each of us under an arm and gave us a rib cracking
squeeze.
    If you didn’t know Vin, his voice alone could
make you pee your pants. He was a demon. Demons have this weird
voice where it sounds like three people talking at once. Sometimes
it even caused me to shudder.
    I should mention that to everyone else, I
appear as a Witch. Thanks to a potion of Melissa’s, nothing about
me screams jinn. One part of the potion works like the Mistfall. If
someone was to look at me closely, it diverts their attention. The
other part is glamour, making my eyes blue.
    Melissa and I call her potion brew in
case company is around. If it comes up, she just explains that I
have some type of weird skin condition, embarrassing yet effective.
I just have to remember to use my hands or make up some mumbo jumbo
that sounds like a spell when I use my magic. I try to keep that at
a minimum in public to lessen my chance of exposure. I owe that
girl my very existence.
    “Hi Vin,” we both squeaked under the
mountains this guy had for arms. I swear I heard one of the wolves
growl. Vin narrowed his eyes at them, but let us go. His cute and
cuddly demeanor was replaced with his usual gruff. “I.D.’s,” he
grunted in his creepy demon voice.
    Should have asked for their dog tags, I humored to myself. They handed over their identification to Vin,
albeit reluctantly. Shortly thereafter we walked through the doors,
the rest of the pack dispersing, aside from Owen and David.
    “Wow, it crowded in here tonight,” I yelled
to Melissa over the sound of the music. She nodded back in
agreement, while being led by Owen through the masses. The crowd on
the dance floor was pulsating to Skrillex’s ‘Kyoto.’
    When we got to the booth, Melissa slid in