My Midnight Moonlight Valentine (My Midnight Moonlight Valentine 1)

“Druella, talk to her,” Sigbjørn’s voice came to him. “You’re the only one who can see and touch her. Help her.”

What?

I looked around with my hands on my ears. The rest of the family was now here, staring wide-eyed at me. None of them were affected by the screaming; none of them were even sure what the hell was going on. So, they could only stare at me. Finally, when my gaze locked on Sigbjørn who was watching me—no reading my thoughts like a live video—I shook my head.

“Help her!” I hollered loudly as I couldn’t even hear myself. “She’s trying to kill me or make me deaf. I’m not sure she’s picked yet!”

“Druella.” His tone sounded exactly like a father about to give a kid a time out if they didn’t behave.

Frowning, I turned to the woman still hollering; however, now she was hitting Theseus. Theseus didn’t seem to notice at all, but she kept yelling and hitting him as hard as she could.

“He can’t hear you, Elisa-Maria!” I shouted at her. Apparently, only I was so freaking lucky.

At her name, she turned to me, and thankfully, her screaming ended. I tried to smile and put up my hands, hoping that would calm her down.

“Can we talk—”

One again, her hands went around my throat. My feet dragged against the floor before my body was thrown against another bookcase, and then I fell. My hands started to tingle, and the sparks came to my fingertips. Pushing myself off the ground, I blew the hair from my face and turned to her.

“I tried it Dad’s way.” I shook with rage. “But since you don’t want to listen, let me warn you. If you attack me again, I’m going to figure out how to summon your talentless, crazy, murderous husband, and you both can duke it out in hell, for all I care!”

My hand sparked like fireworks, and she took a step back. There was a moment of clarity just like when she was strangling me, and in her eyes, the anger and pain were gone. In its place was one single emotion—fear. The moment I saw it, I dropped my hands, guilt washing over me. I just used a battered woman’s husband as a threat against her.

“Sorry—”

She was directly in my face again. Before I lifted my hands, she spoke for the first time. “S- summon him.”

What was I now?

Vampire.

Witch.

And Jerry Springer?

Chapter 28

Her face was far too close for comfort.

“Summon him,” she demanded again; however, I couldn’t help but look at her neck. Something was there, but I couldn’t see it clearly. “Summon him.”

“And what happens then?” I asked her. “Are you both going to toss me around?”

“Summon him. Now!”

“How about I just send you to him!” I snapped. I was getting yelled at by a ghost. It wasn’t even like I knew how to do for either of them.

She shook violently.

“Use your words!” I yelled at her, mentally preparing myself to end up at some other corner of the library.

“Summon him.”

Fine. If she wanted to be stubborn, so could I. “I’ll send you to him—”

“No!” she screamed, and I flinched again and glared at her.

“One of you is already annoying, let alone having two of you! Especially the murderer of the two!”