became completely numb all over. Damn charm. He took a few deep breaths and kept his head on Lyla’s shoulder. His hand was still on her stomach and his other under her. Lyla was breathing heavy and shuttered.
“What the hell was that?” Lyla was looking up at the ceiling.
“The charm. The birth charm.” Chase was still immobile on top of Lyla. In a few minutes his arms and legs began to get feeling again and he could move off her.
“What…is….the…birthing….charm?” Lyla turned her head toward Chase who was lying on his back next to her on his big bed.
“Have your parents never told you about it?”
“No.”
“When the Charmed are born, they have a spell placed on them that only the parents can remove. They usually remove it when the kid marries someone they approve of. It keeps people of our kind from marrying outside. Keeps us pure. It’s pure crap if you ask me.” Chase was still breathing heavy.
“I think you got it worse than me. I think I can feel my arms and legs already.”
“Yeah, I think I got it worse. Parts of me hurt.”
“Chase, I’m so sorry.”
Chase smiled. “It was worth it.” He turned to look at her. Lyla’s hair was a little mussed up, she looked sexy as hell. He leaned up and kissed her. He moved her back onto the bed and continued.
“Do you think we should keep doing this?”
“I think we try until we can’t.”
Lyla kissed him again and wrapped her arms around him. Chase went a little slower this time and just concentrated on kissing for a few minutes. It eventually became too much and they were at it as frantic as before. In no time they were both being zapped apart and breathing heavy.
“Okay, so, we clearly can’t go very far and not again so fast. Ouch.”
“Yeah.” Chase picked up his arm slowly to look at his watch. “Crap.”
“What?”
“It’s midnight. Weren’t your parents going to check up on you at eleven?”
“Yes.”
It took another twenty minutes for both to move out of the house.
Lyla looked out the window in the car. Her body still hurt. “I had no idea. God, what kind of sick people are the Charmed anyway?”
“I don’t know. I know if I ever have the chance, I’m changing it.” He put the car in gear and drove Lyla home.
When he got there he cut the engine. “I hope you don’t get in trouble.”
“I’ll just tell them I was asleep. Chase, I’m sorry.”
He smiled. “For what? Wanting to do that with me?”
Lyla smiled. “Well, no. I couldn’t apologize for that. I’m sorry you got zapped worse than me.”
“Lyla my sweet, I would get zapped a million times for you.” He leaned over and kissed her. A wave of exhaustion swept over him. “I think I’ll be at Jaden’s for a few days though. Mr. M always has the right strange brew to heal me.”
“Okay. Good night.” Lyla walked slowly into the house. It was and wasn’t the night she had hoped for. Lyla flipped the living room light on and gasped in surprise.
“Hello Lyla.” Lyla’s father was sitting on the couch. Her mother was sitting opposite him. The fire was going in the fireplace.
“Hello.”
“Who was the boy Lyla?” Her mother who always wore her hair in a tight bun had it down tonight in long frizzy waves of un-pretty hair.
“What boy?”
“Please, try to discuss this like an adult, the boy who dropped you off. I’m assuming it’s the same boy you were with when we tried calling you tonight.” Mr. Bleu had a low rising temper that always scared Lyla. She was never sure when it would rise to the surface but she knew it was there.
“His name is Chase. My cloak didn’t work on him.”
“Pack your bags.” Lyla’s mother said.
“No! Please! I’ll do whatever you want, just don’t make us leave again! I can’t take it!”
“We made a deal that you chose to ignore. Our only deal with you was to let you go to school in return you would cloak and not let anyone see you. You clearly broke the deal.”
“No I didn’t. My
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