Hell's Bell (Lizzie Grace 2)
Meaning she’d keep on asking until I answered. I rolled my eyes and said, “The latter. The man can kiss.”
“And you’re going out again when?”
“Today. In a few minutes, in fact.”
“Idiot.” She nudged me as we walked toward the door, sending me staggering sideways. “I meant on a date.”
I shrugged. “We didn’t really get around to discussing that.”
“Seriously? Why not?”
“Because he had to run off to a council meeting.”
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“That’s rather inconsiderate timing by the council.”
“I agree.” I opened the door and waved her through. “And I have a rather weird feeling it might have had something to do with us, even though he said he merely had to update them on the murder.”
She glanced at me sharply. “Why would they be discussing us?”
“Because we’re witches on a reservation that’s banned witches, remember?”
I locked the door and shoved the keys back into my pocket. The wind stirred around me, its touch biting, and the sky was gray. I shivered and contemplated going back for my coat, but decided unlocking the door and racing upstairs was too much effort.
No doubt I’d regret that laziness when I was freezing my butt off in the forest.
“Yeah, but as far as anyone is concerned, we’re only capable of minor magic, and we advised the council about our intent to make charms before we opened the café.” Belle paused and frowned. “You don’t think Aiden’s said something to them, do you? He's the only one who really knows we’re capable of far more.”
I shook my head. “No, but it’s likely the RWA might have. They would have mentioned us in any report they made.”
“But why would they submit a report to the council? They’re only answerable to the witch High Council and the government.”
“Yes, but we’re on a semiautonomous reservation, and I’d imagine there’d be a rule that states any report made by outside sources on events that happen within the reservation has to be copied to the council.”
“Possibly.” She wrinkled her nose. “I’m not sure we really need the council finding out about us so soon. Not when we’ve had so little time to prove we’re worthwhile additions to Castle Rock.”
“That’s precisely what I’m worried about.”
Her expression became even more concerned. “Normal type worried, or I’ve had a premonition and this is definitely going to happen type worry?”
I hesitated. “Neither. It’s just another of those niggles.”
“Like the one that says your parents are going to find us?”
I nodded. “Which means it may be based on nothing more than fear.”
“Hopefully, because I’m getting rather attached to this place, and I don’t really want to leave it.”
I glanced past her as Aiden’s truck came around the corner and walked toward the curb. “I’ve answered your question, so time for you to answer mine.”
“Yes, I did,” she said. “But it was only a light run through his thoughts. Nothing too in-depth.”
I frowned at her. “Meaning what?”
“Meaning I wanted to know if he was coming to the café for the brownies or the woman.”
“He answered that question last night.”