Tales of Aradia The Last Witch Volume 5 Read Free Page B

would have to put her
hand on the ground but such an option seemed disgusting. So Aradia
angrily stamped her foot and then turned around to march back into
the club.
    Saul stood on the rooftop of
the very next building, even from all the way up here he could
smell the scent of her hair. He slowly licked his lips remembering
the taste of her mouth and savoring it's sweetness. He hadn't been
surprised when Aradia had followed him but he had been surprised
when she couldn't sense him. Witches were suppose to be able to
sense movements in the very air just by focusing their energy.
Seeing Aradia glancing at the ground however clarified
why.
    "I guess there are downsides
to being the last of your kind," Saul concluded, "and that is not
knowing the extent of your own powers. She never had any teachers
or any clue to her past before so everything she knows is self
taught." A cruel smirk curled on his face, "and that will be the
perfect angle."
     
    Melina and Roy were already
dancing and smiling. Melina, however, noticed Aradia stomping back
into the club. She hesitated and wondered if she should go over and
check on her.
    "Whats the matter?" Roy
asked.
    One glance at her
boyfriend's handsome face made Melina push aside her concern and
press her cheek into Roy's shirt.
    Heart Stop by Alex Young
began to blare through the stereos and Aradia busied herself by
patrolling the club and making sure no fights broke out. It made
her happy that everything was so peaceful so far, but it was
frustrating how so many cute guys kept asking her to dance and she
had to keep saying no.
    "I have a boyfriend," she
kept reminding herself. "I can't dance with other guys because I
have a boyfriend."
    Her anger kept boiling as
she kept seeing other couples dancing and smiling at each other on
the floor. Rhonda and D sat at a table staring into each other's
eyes, Xan and Brenna were in the corner sitting on bean bags
talking, and Melina and Roy were dancing as well. Aradia balled her
fists as she tried to turn away.
    She was stopped, however, by
an arm that suddenly thrust itself out to wrap around her
waist.
    "Hey baby," Bane crooned,
"Are you alone?"
    Aradia groaned. I am starting to get the feeling that the universe
likes torturing me.
    "No I am not alone Bane,"
Aradia practically snarled, "And you know it!"
    "Then how come your
boyfriend isn't here with you?"
    "He is..."Aradia started to
say but Bane cut her off, "oh please Aradia, if he was here I would
have been able to smell him a mile away."
    Aradia cursed under her
breath. "I'm still not dancing with you,"
    Bane pouted. "Why
not?"
    "Because you are an
obnoxious bully, a creep, a thug, a coward, and I hate your guts!
Do you need more?" Aradia then tried to shove him away as hard as
she could.
    Bane, however, pressed his
mouth to her ear and said, "Silly me for thinking that you would
want to punish your boyfriend for not showing up by dancing with a
guy you know he hates."
    Aradia stopped.
"What?"
    "It's like this," Bane began
as he circled Aradia. "It's no secret that you and prince charming
have been having trouble lately. Hell, even people in my circle
have been gossiping about your relationship crumbling."
    "Your circle? You mean the
druggies, the drop-outs, the crooks, and
the-most-likely-to-end-up-on-America's-Wanted-List? They have been
criticizing my and Dax's relationship?"
    Aradia smirked after her
statement.
    Bane just shrugged
indifferently. "We aren't saints and we don't pretend to be. We all
know what we are and what people think of us."
    Aradia raised an eyebrow
sarcastically. "Like you being a leader of a gang?"
    He shrugged again. "Hate me
all you like baby, but it's thanks to me that the gangs here have
not gotten too out of control."
    Now Aradia was intrigued.
"What do you mean?"
    "Well gangs are not
necessarily just punk kids hanging out," Bane explained, "Real
gangs are people who get endorsements from drug dealers and gun
dealers as well. They get money while the crime lords