A Very Mystic Christmas (The Mystic Wolves) by Belinda Boring Read Free Book Online Page A

I discovered the remote tossed across the elf’s lap. I knew it hadn’t been there a few minutes ago. “Okay, enough is enough. Come on out. You’ve had your fun.”
    When no one emerged, all thoughts of my afternoon movie evaporated . This would be more fun and a game I could fully enjoy—hide and seek. I was a predator; and having fallen prey to this person’s pranks, I was eager to turn the tables. It was time to hunt down and destroy the person behind this evil taunting. Hello, jokester, good-bye blasted elf.
    “We can do this the easy way or the hard way. You have no idea who you’re messing with. Show yourself and I promise to go easy on you.”
    “Are you sure about that, chump?”
    I could’ve sworn the voice came from the elf.
    “Now, now. There’s no need for name calling.” I started moving about the room, thoroughly checking behind furniture for the culprit. “I’m a patient man. I’ve got all day.”
    There was a muffled laugh and I zeroed in on the direction it came from. The Christmas tree was standing in the furthest corner, beside the bay window, shrouded by dark curtains. I hadn’t thought to look over there, assuming the jingling of decorations would give away the person’s position if they moved.
    Using all the stealth I could muster, I tiptoed closer. “I must admit you had me going with the toy. I’m pretty impressed with your abilities. If you come out of your hiding place, I may make you my partner in crime.”
    There was a slight pfft sound. Whoever it was, they were definitely behind the curtains. A few more steps and they were busted. With dramatic flair, I grasped a handful of material and whipped the fabric to the side, shouting, “Aha!”
    Nothing. The space was empty. Moving the other panel, I discovered there was no one there, either.
    A louder giggle came from behind me; and twirling around, I came face-to-face with the person who’d made the last few days a living nightmare for me.
    “Surprise!” Jasmine laughed, waving the elf’s arm with her fingers, a smug look of satisfaction filling her features. “How does it feel, Mr. Hot Shot?”
    “Hot Shot?” I fired back, stunned that it was her. I’d accused her earlier, with Darcy and Mason, but I’d never put any serious thought in it really being her. Pranking, or in this case, torturing didn’t really seem her style
    “Yes, you. Do you know how many times you’ve pulled similar stunts and thought it was hilarious? I figured it was about time someone gave you a taste of your own medicine. It’s only because I’m a sweet, good-natured person that I’m taking mercy on you and ending it now. I’d hate to make you cry, you know.” She had the audacity to wink at me.
    “It was you this whole time?” I still couldn’t believe it.
    “Yep. And it was worth it to see the look on your face every time you found the elf. It. Was. Priceless. I just wish I’d thought to video tape it.” She folded her arms across her chest, the elf hanging from her hand.
    “You do know this means war, right? I can’t let you get away with it. I have a reputation to protect.” I took a step toward her and, just like her brother; Jasmine didn’t back down, flinch, or move a muscle. She stood her ground, watching.
    “You deserved it. There’s no need to retaliate.”
    “Oh, believe me, there is definitely need to retaliate. And, I’m going enjoy making you squirm.” I was finally up close and personal with her and her bravery began to waver. It was one thing to joke around, but I could see the worry flicker in her eyes. She was remembering all the times I’d dished out payback to those who thought they could out-do me. “Thinking about my revenge, huh?”
    “You wouldn’t,” she whispered.
    “Why shouldn’t I?”
    “Because my brother’s your best friend ?”
    “What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him. I promise I won’t make you wait too long for my vengeance.” I leaned in and snapped my teeth at her, chuckling