Page 5 of Not Your Ex's Hexes
Rose patted her hindquarter. “Come on, girl. You don’t want to stay here, do you? Are you two teasing her with the sugar cubes?”
Vi waved a cube in front of the horse’s muzzle. “She couldn’t care less. Aren’t sugar cubes like dangling Jason Momoa in front of… me? And if either of you tell Lincoln I said that, you’re dead to me.”
Olive frowned. “Maybe it’s something to do with her condition. We can try and lure her out with grain. I don’t know. When it was time for camp trail rides I usually snuck off to go read.”
They couldn’t afford to be tapped for ideas. They needed to get the two horses on the trailer, and to get the hell out of Dodge—or Long Island—before their owner realized what was happening.
The barn door opened and slammed closed, Harper’s appearance startling them all.
“Hells Spells, Harp,” Vi hissed. “You’re supposed to stay with the Jeep!”
“We need to get this show on the road, witches.” The succubus glanced over her shoulder. “They’re on our tails.”
“Who?”
“The police! Do you not hear the sirens?”
At first, Rose didn’t. Her hearing was only a smidge elevated and only when she concentrated so hard Vi joked she looked constipated.
Rose probably looked severely backed up right then. It took a full ten seconds of hard concentration to hear the sirens over her thundering heart, but then with every beat, the wails got louder.
“We need to move faster.” She gently pushed on the horse’s rump again. “Please, Butternut. Let us help you.”
The horse finally shifted, but instead of following Vi and Olive from the stall, the mare backed up, pinning Rose against the wall with her bony behind.
Everyone coaxed and clicked, begging the horse to move as the sirens got louder.
Rose shook her head. “You three need to get out of here. Now.”
Vi’s eyes widened. “We’re not leaving you! Witches who ride together die together.”
“And witches who get caught trespassing also get thrown in jail together,” she quipped, locking eyes with her sister. “You’re the Prima Apparent. What do you think the Supernatural Council would say if you’re tossed in jail?”
Vi visibly paled. “Actually, I’m more afraid of Gran. I don’t think she’s gotten over the whole insulting the Italian warlock commissioner thing yet.”
Edie Maxwell, as the Prima and head of the Supernatural Council, had more power in her little finger than did a dozen covens combined. But she didn’t need Magic to deliver a disappointing punch. She got the same effect with a single stone-faced look.
Vi lifted her chin. “It doesn’t matter. I’ll deal with the fallout. I’m not leaving you.”
Olive nodded. “No witch left behind…”
Harper shrugged. “I give you all ten seconds and then I’m out of here… we succubi are lone creatures for a reason.”
Rose chuckled, knowing there was no way the sex demon would leave them.
They worked together to coax the mare out from the stall. What felt like a lifetime later, they took their first few steps to the door only for it to be flung open.
Two cops stormed inside, flashlights zeroing in on their faces. “Do not move another muscle! Hands up! Now!”
Harper being Harper, she tossed her hands into the air and grinned coyly. “Who wants to frisk me first? Fair warning, though… I’m ticklish.”
Rose couldn’t suppress the chuckle that escaped with the absurdity of it all… until a flashlight beam hit her square in the eyes.
The offending officer muttered a curse. “Maxwell triplets… and a mouthy sidekick.”
“You’ve got to be shitting me.” A second light beam had Rose seeing rainbows. “Well, hell. You see, this is why I don’t pick up extra shifts. Shit always happens. I call not-it on ringing up the Supernatural Council. The paperwork for this will be ridiculous.”
“The hell you say. You’re the damn shifter. Besides, I did it last time this one got into trouble, and Istillsee the Prima’s glare in my nightmares.” The Norm officer flipped his light to Violet. “It’s your turn for night terrors.”
