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face
was stuck in the Hedge Hog’s hole.
“He’s been here all day,” Petunia informed me. “He
hasn’t moved. I’ve offered him treats, tried to pick him up, but he won’t
budge.”
Gerald, Petunia, Oscar and I stood watching my poor
pitiful heartbroken cat as I told them the story about me and my love potion
gone wrong.
“He did it for you!” Madame Torres yelled out from
the bottom of my bag.
“Shh!” I whispered, hoping she’d hear and be quiet.
There was nothing more embarrassing than being scolded in front of your peers
by a crystal ball.
Cough, cough. Gerald cleared
his throat. “I’d like to hear what she has to say.”
With a scowl on my face, I pulled the crimson,
glowing bulb. Her eyes matched the deep purple eye shadow that looked like it
had been painted on around her lids.
“Fine.” I held her high in the air for all of us to
clearly hear what she had to say. As her owner, she had yet to really help me.
“What is it?”
The glow went from red to burnt orange, bright
yellow, and then muted into a deep murky brown as her flaming red hair came to
life around her.
“I told you it wasn’t a good idea, but you
continued.” Her voice boomed out, leaving a little echo in the air. “And he
knew it too, so as your fairy god-cat he knew he had to stop you.”
“Oh no,” I pleaded, trying to keep my hands from
shaking. Dropping a crystal ball definitely couldn’t be in my future. I was
sure that would give me years of bad luck.
Was it true? Did Mr. Prince Charming save my place
in this spiritualist world and eat those June’s Gems, knowing good and well he
was going to fall head-over-tail in love with some other creature?
“Yes, he did,” Madame Torres’ brows crossed, her eyes
fixated on mine. “I can read your mind. Don’t drop me!”
Gerald and Petunia let out a light snicker.
I put Madame Torres back in my bag and bent down
next to Mr. Prince Charming.
Meow, meow . His normally
vibrant speckled eyes were dull and sad.
“You are such a good fairy god-cat,” I stroked his
back, knowing it was going to take a few more hours for the potion to rub off.
Weakly, he batted at my hanging charm bracelet,
letting me know that he was always protecting me, even tomorrow night—at least
that’s what my intuition told me.
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International bestselling author Tonya
Kappes spends her day lost in the world of her quirky characters that get into
even quirkier situations.
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