Lauren Hawkeye
Some Like It Wicked
Prologue
Arias irritation was a tangible thing as she entered Belladonna, the apothecary that she owned and ran with her twin sister Lorelai. The heat of the paper cups in her hands scalded her skin as the bell hanging above the door jingled merrily.
Whats wrong? Her sisters voice was immediately colored with concern.
Though Aria was certain that not all twins were like Lorelai and herself, the fact remained that they had always been acutely attuned to one anothers moods and thoughts. And no matter how much Aria wasnt in the mood to talk about it, today was no different.
She tried to school her face into nonchalance as she set the cup of Lorelais orange blossom tea and her own triple-shot latte on the counter. From the expression on her sisters face, she suspected that the effect wasnt quite what shed hoped for.
I dont want to talk about it. Denying that she was upset was useless around the woman with whom shed shared a womb. Lorelai might have been sweeter and softer than Aria, but she could be ruthless when she wanted something. Its nothing new, anyway.
Hoping to change the subject, Aria nodded to the dried chamomile and lavender, the fresh sprigs of rosemary and spearmint. Are you making more salve? Wandering to the back room where they prepared their concoctions, Aria inhaled the aroma into her lungs, hoping the familiar scents would relax her a bit.
With the herbal smell, she caught an edge of something elsethat burnt sugar smell of magic.
Turning, she raised an eyebrow at her sister. Though Belladonna did indeed provide magical services to those who knew to ask, they never added anything extra to the stock on their shelves.
Mr. Garrison was in. His arthritis has been bothering him with all of the rain weve been having. He asked if there was anything else I could add to the salve to help.
Aria watched as, flushed, Lorelai spooned the warm salve from the pot into a small tin. Though humans wouldnt have been able to see it, Aria saw the faint blue glow emanating from her sisters fingers as she added one final charge of magic to the salve.
There. Nodding, Lorelai set the tin aside to cool, then turned back to Aria. Now. Whats going on?
I already told you, I dont want to talk about it. Dont be nosy. Crossing her arms defensively over her chest, Aria tried to glower at her sister. Lorelai simply tapped her foot on the floor with impatience.
Im waiting.
Fine. Scowling, Aria raked a hand through the sleek strands of her glossy chestnut hair. It swung back around her chin as if shed never touched it.
Wondering how to phrase it, she opened her mouth, then closed it again. Wetting her mouth with another sip of coffee, she finally blurted it out.
I havent had sex in almost a year.
Lorelais expression didnt change as Aria spoke, but Aria thought she caught the faintest flicker in her sisters eyes.
I see, Lorelai spoke slowly, as if she didnt really see at all. Uh... Im sorry?
Aria couldnt help but quirk the corners of her lips up in a smirk. Im just setting the stage here. Anyway, you know I have a hard time with the men in town. Her smirk faded as she thought further.
Surely there was one man out therejust onewho wouldnt be scared of her. It wasnt as if she was a gorgon, or anything. And any idiot with half a brain knew that a witch was probably a safer bet than a human, bound by the threefold ruleany harm done would be revisited upon herself times three.
And there had been one manone vampire, to be exact. But Declan Steele, her vampire lover, was long gone, and it was her own damn fault.
She shook her head to clear it of the thought. The past was the past. She just needed a man with enough balls to get her naked, scratch this itch and let her go back to normal life.
Continue. Aria was pleased to hear the frost that had entered her sisters tone, irritation on her behalf. Still, she knew that Lorelai didnt understand, not fully. They were twins, they made no secret of their magical heritage and they were co-owners of Belladonna, but Lorelai didnt have quite the same troubles with the locals as Aria did.
Her sister was sweet of nature where Aria was fiery. Lorelai liked to please people, and Aria could not have cared less. Her sister even had the golden good looks of an angel, while Aria frequently changed her hair color and style. She also preferred torn denim, red lipstick and her ancient leather jacket to her twins floaty skirts and cardigans.
In other words, she scared the hell out of most people and Lorelai didnt. And Aria didnt care, except when it came to sex and men.
There was a new guy working the espresso machine. Super tall, blond, just a bit of scruff. You know who Im talking about?
Lorelai nodded enthusiastically, hitching herself up to sit beside her sister on the counter. I do. Oh, I do.
Yeah. So. Aria drained her coffee and hesitated. This part stung. He was into me. I know he was into me. He asked me what I was doing later. Then he asked my name.
Uh-oh. Lorelai bumped her shoulder against her sisters, and Aria felt the warmth from the touch streak down her arm. It helped...a bit.
Yeah. I can see the wheels turning. Ding ding ding, hes flirting with the scary Prescott twin. The witch. Aria crunched the paper cup in her palm, wishing she was doing it on the idiots head. And this is the worst part. He ran away.
He what? Lorelai turned and looked directly at Aria, disbelief painted over her face.
You heard me. He ran away. Scurried into the back without another word. Normally Aria tried to laugh these situations off, but this one had been the straw that broke the camels back.
She was hurt. Not because she wanted that guy, specifically, but because she wanted some damn companionship. If it came in the form of some hot, sweaty sex, then so much the better.
She was lonely, damn it. And that was something that she wasnt going to admit, even to Lorelai.
She saw the sympathy registering on her sisters face. She really didnt want to hear it. Lorelai knew better than to give platitudes about how it would all get better, but she still tried to soothe her sisters hurt.
Aria wanted to hold on to her irritation, illogical as it was.
Anyway, I just came to bring you your tea, not to cry on your shoulder. Swinging her legs, Aria lowered herself down off the counter. If you leave the tins out to cool, Ill set them out on the shelf in the morning.
Aria... Aria held a hand up, her emerald-green eyes sparking at her sister as Lorelai spoke.
Please, Lori. Not now. Her sister knew her well enough not to take offense at her curt tone. Im going to head to Harrys for a few drinks, I think, then head home. Alone, most likely, but at least Ill have had some beer to soothe the pain.
Before Lorelai could protest any further, Aria waved her goodbyes and pushed out of the glass door of Belladonna. Yes, shed head to Harrys Bar and Grill, have a burger and some beer. And if she headed home alone afterward, she figured shed rather keep her own company than be stuck with someone as spineless as the idiot from the coffee shop.
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Lorelai watched Aria leave with a pang in her heart. She knew that Aria thought she didnt understand, but she knew what her sister was feeling better than shed like to admit.
Lorelai had wanted to be a teacherspecifically, a kindergarten or elementary school teacher. But the way in which parents held their children tight when either she or Aria was around had told her early on that, unless she wanted to move somewhere else and hide her magic, shed better settle for another career choice.
And while she tended to scare men off less than her outgoing sister, it didnt mean that any of them stayed around. When push came to shove, no one wanted to marry a witch, no one wanted to have children with one.
Her desire for true love couldnt be solved with a spell. But, she reflected as she locked the front door of Belladonna and turned the sign around, her independent sisters desire for some temporary companionship could be.
A lust spell. Cocking her head to one side, Lorelai thought for a moment, letting her intentions come to her. After the picture was clear in her head, she began to gather her suppliesa fat red candle, jasmine oil, dried strawberries and vervain.
She wouldnt try to draw love to her sister, because that would be attempting the impossible. Nor could she create lust where there was none. But menlots of themhad a healthy amount of that emotion when it came to Aria. It was simply a matter of removing barriersboth Arias and the mans.
This spell would make the attraction burn hot and bright between Aria and the next man that she saw and was attracted to.
Mixing the herbs and the oil together in a small wooden bowl, Lorelai furrowed her brow and, after a brief surge of energy crackled through the air, lit the red candle with her magic. She paused for a moment as she thought of how angry Aria would be if she found out, but she shook it off.
Her sister deserved to get what she wanted, just once. And maybe it would give her enough confidence that next time, she wouldnt need a spell.
Nodding, Lorelai cast her circle and began to chant the words that came flowing to the front of her mind.
Do what ye will, and it harm none.
Chapter One
Are you sure you want to do this?
Declan Steele shook his head, forcing himself out of the near trance hed been in as he stared across the parking lot of Harrys Bar and Grill. It had been years since hed been back to Salems Hollow, and he wasnt entirely sure why he was back now.
He didnt speak as his lover handed him the ebony cane that he now had to use to walk. But he did study Adams face, the golden skin, the expressive eyes, wondering how hed been lucky enough to wind up with someone so patient.
I cant explain it. Declan frowned as he felt something prickle his cold skinthe merest whisper of something that didnt belong on the breeze. His first taste of blood had come from a human with the ability to see things she shouldnt have. Since then hed often had premonitions that couldnt be explained.
One of those had been dogging his heels for the last week, telling him to come back to the town hed never thought hed visit again.