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  Wishes To Burn

  A Fairy Godmother In Training Novel : Book 2

  Ellabee Andrews

  Contents

  Something Wicked This Way Comes

  Motley Crew

  Candy

  Burn Out

  Meatloaf

  Mile High Club

  Double Jointed Boy-Toy

  Like A Deer Caught In Headlights

  Grocery Stores And Pop Up Storms

  Rock You Like A Hurricane

  Touch Of A Succubus

  Who Wears Short Shorts?

  Call Me, Fluffy

  Limp Biscuit

  Wishing On A Star

  Some Like It Hot

  I’ll Bring The Gravy

  Here For The Party

  Hell On Earth

  Epilogue

  Sneak Peek

  Sing For Me

  Sing For Me Link

  About the Author

  Wishes To Burn

  Copyright @ 2019 Ellabee Andrews.

  It is illegal and Piracy to copy and publish other people’s works as your own. Please don’t be that person. Nobody likes that person.

  Cover Design by Ellabee Andrews

  Formatting by Kassie Morse

  To Levi,

  “Fulfillment isn’t found over the rainbow—it’s found in the here and now. Today I define success by the fluidity with which I transcend emotional land mines and choose joy and gratitude instead.”

  -RuPaul Charles-

  Something Wicked This Way Comes

  “Tell me, are the plans in place?” I squint my eyes as I try to get a better look at the figure that stands cloaked in the corner of the dark room. I don’t know who they are, just that they’re someone willing to pay heavily for the particular set of services that I provide.

  Unable to make out any distinguishing features within the shadows that they stand within, I clear my throat. “Yes, everything is ready, as you requested. I’ve leased a small cabin on the outskirts of the town you’re sending me to. If your sources are correct, and that is, in fact, where they will be going, the girl will be no problem to sort out,” I reply, though ‘sort out’ isn’t the right term for what I’m being paid to do. No, my plans are of a more permanent nature, and though the clueless fairy has never done anything to me, I am a businessman. One that can’t refuse taking a hit with such a high payout.

  A scoff comes from the corner, mucus causing it to sound wet, and I can practically feel their gaze staring me down. I go to open my mouth, to backtrack on what I've said, but they raise a hand, and the words die on my lips. "Believe me, my sources are never wrong. The girl will be there, but she won't be alone. You'll need to be smart about how you approach her because if her companions become suspicious, they'll have her out of there and back behind the walls of Aradia before you even get a chance to react. We can't risk her going back there, as a second attack won't be as easily written off. Now, if you have no further questions, you should go. You're wasting time, and I want this dealt with as quickly as possible," they say, their tone of voice so neutral, that I wonder if they are using magic to keep me from guessing their gender.

  I rise from my seat, unsettling the dust of the room around me as electricity courses through my veins. There’s no denying the thrill of the hunt, and I’m more than ready to get started. With the conversation clearly over, I don’t stick around to see if the person shrouded in darkness suddenly grows chatty.

  No, there is no need for further communication. I know all that I need to know — the location of my target, and that half of my payment has been paid up front. Nothing else matters.

  Motley Crew

  “Please explain to me again why we’re going to some podunk town for our summer break? Please, Rhia... We can use my father’s private jet and go anywhere. Milan, Paris— you name it.”

  Turning to face Declan, I laugh at his pleading look. His green-tinted lips have a fake pout upon them, and his eyes are wide-open and glassy. I’m not sure how he manages to look so upset, but I don’t fall for it. We’ve been having this same conversation for the past month, ever since Dean Wiseman suggested I lie low for the summer break, yet Declan still isn’t convinced it’s the best idea.

  I'd told him he didn't have to go, but he'd shut that idea down quickly. He wants to spend the summer with us, even if he has made his distaste for our plans known. It makes me wonder if his willingness to abandon whatever luxurious plans he no doubt had, has more to do with us still working through the hurts of what happened before the winter solstice. Neither of us had forgotten him kissing Delphine, and it makes me think his desire to spend a few months out in the country is because of that.

  I meet his daffodil eyes and lay my hand on his bicep. As I do, I have to fight to keep my face blank when I feel how much the muscle has grown over the past five months. If the small knowing smile on his face is any indication, I'm unsuccessful.

  “I’m sorry, Declan, but you know what Dean Wiseman said. We still don’t know if the note and arrow that were left in my room were a legitimate threat, or just a student’s way of trying to piggyback off of the crimes of Councilman Ellis. Besides, a little culture would be good for you. Have you ever even been to a farm?”

  His smile vanishes as his lips turn down. Seeing the look, I give his arm a squeeze and smile big, hoping to chase the shadows in his eyes away. It isn’t much, but the small gesture seems to go a long way. Instead, his eyes flash to a molten gold before slowly returning to their normal daffodil yellow. The color perfectly complementing his green skin and red hair.

  I know what that heated look means since I've seen it on his face more than once recently, but I look away. Too much is still unsettled between us to act on the attraction that we share.

  Five months have passed since our brush with death, and though my friendship with him has grown stronger, we haven't progressed further than a soft touch here and there. It's frustrating as hell, but I know that despite our return to friendship, I'm just not ready for more with Declan yet. He seems to understand, but I've caught his longing looks on more than one occasion.

  Even with the others, I’ve shared a few kisses with Satine and Gavril, but that's it. All romance has taken a back seat to surviving at Aradia these last few months. With the possible threat of someone out there still wanting me dead for reasons that elude me, and the students outside of my small group of friends hating my very existence at their school, romance hasn’t been high on my list of priorities. The last attempt on my life had stopped some of the outright prejudice that I face at school as the scholarship student, but it still lurks beneath the surface, festering and waiting for a chance to explode.

  Add all of this together with my own frustration at the stall in any budding relationships I had blooming with the others, and …well let’s just say that my ‘magic wand’ has been busier than ever trying to deal with the carnal thoughts being around them invokes. Since the guys are so bad about forgetting to lock their doors, I know they have similar ways of ‘working’ out their feelings.

  "Come on, Dec. It will be good for you. Think of the four-leaf clovers you'll find out on the farm," Gavril says as he walks into my shared dorm room with his bag slung across his muscular shoulders. I allow my eyes to drink in every solid inch of him, noticing he's doing the same in return. With his white-grey hair, steel colored eyes, and broad shoulders, he strikes an impressive image. Even when wearing just low slung basketball shorts and a t-shirt.

  Raising my brow at him when his gaze continues to roam over my body, lingering at my small, but perky breasts, he just shrugs his shoulders, not caring that I caught him, before laying down his bag on the floor and dropping onto my small twin bed.

  “Fuck off, Gav. I’m surprised you e
ven agreed to this. Don’t you and your family usually spend your time sitting on a steeple during school breaks? This is a big change for you. You’re not going to cry about missing Mommy, are you?” Declan fires back, mocking Gavril for being a gargoyle before flipping him off from across the room.

  Friends for longer than I've known them, they have a very ‘guy' way of showing they care, so I don't bother telling them to knock it off. Usually, they will insult each other and take any opportunity they can to prank one another, but when one needs help, the other is the first person there. It's endearing, in a way that I won't ever understand.

  When the door to the room opens again, I turn away from where the two sit sending lewd gestures at one another, and take in Satine as she walks into our shared dorm room with her shower caddy, and her shirt is damp from where her hair still drips. Coincidentally enough, I find myself doing the same thing Gavril had just done to me.

  Without conscious thought, my eyes dip to her chest, taking in the curve of her breasts straining against the material of her shirt. My mouth goes dry at the sight of her hardened nipples, obvious through the wet shirt, and I feel my heart rate speed up at the sight.

  She glances quickly at our guests, rolls her eyes, and faces me again, as her tongue darts out to slide across her full lips.

  It’s as if we’re magnets being drawn together, and I have no idea who moves first as we both walk toward each other at the same time. She wraps her arms around my waist, slightly caressing my mulberry-colored wings, and a small shiver races down my spine at her gentle touch. I love the way her smaller body tucks into my taller frame, and her soft curves seem to press perfectly against mine.

  While I hold her, I turn my attention back to the guys, stomach clenching as I wait to see how they’ll react, since we don’t often embrace around them.

  Gavril’s expression doesn’t change. He just bumps his fist in Declan’s direction and uses his arms to pillow his head. He made his intentions to date me clear, but knowing that I have feelings for the others too, he doesn’t appear fazed.

  On the opposite side of the room, Declan looks away. He’s come a long way in accepting that I care for more than just him, but he isn’t happy about it either. As the prince of the leprechauns, he’s never even had to share. But I think he realizes that with our friendship still strained, saying anything right now would probably send me away from him forever. I care enough for him to allow him a chance to rebuild my trust, but I’d be lying if I didn’t say that my feelings for him right now just aren’t as strong as they are for the other three people in my life. He technically didn’t cheat on me, since we weren’t together, but he did kiss the best friend to Sasha Broomfield, the resident witchy princess that tried to have me killed. That was a different sort of betrayal, and it hurt like hell.

  “What are they going on about this time, Rhia? Wait, let me guess. Green boy over there is bemoaning, once again, that he won’t have his silver spoon and Irish Whiskey at his beck and call during the break, and the blockhead just wants to fight. How close am I?” she asks, and a giggle escapes me as both boys give her one finger salutes.

  My breathing becomes more steady, and my shoulders relax as I watch them all interact and tease one another. None take it seriously. Like Declan and Gavril, Satine has been friends with them for long enough to get away with teasing them.

  My hands twitch when she pulls away, taking the warmth of her body with her while leaving me with a few damp spots on my purple shirt. And I watch her walk toward her open bag and begin tossing a few last minute items in. As she does that, I find my eyes straying to where tight black jeans hug her shapely legs and ass. It's not until a throat clears that I realize that I've been caught staring.

  Turning away from Satine, my cheeks feeling hot, I marvel at the fact that both Gavril and Declan are watching me, instead of the beautiful woman behind me. Not having anything to say to being caught taking in all the curves they somehow seem immune to, I take a page out of Gavril’s book and shrug.

  It took months for me to come to terms with my attraction for Satine, as I have never felt that way about another girl before, and just like with how I found myself having feelings for more than one person, I have learned to accept that there is nothing wrong with me. The heart wants what the heart wants. This has become my motto, a creed of sorts, and I won’t make excuses or apologize to anyone for how I feel.

  Besides, I have been upfront about wanting them all, and though I'm not officially with any of them, we have a bit of an unspoken agreement. While not monogamous to any of them, I'm not out with strangers either. They are being patient with me while I work out what it is I want, and I'm being patient with them, as they discover what I already know. I want them all. I'm just not sure how it will work yet.

  Like me, the others won’t date anyone else either, though not for lack of willing partners. As a succubus, Satine has to have access to sexual energy to feed. So far, she’s been able to go to clubs, dancing with strangers to feed off the residual energy that surrounds her, but I know it’s not enough. The bags under her eyes tell me that, regardless of what her mouth promises. She needs more. She needs sex, and despite not knowing if my relationship is strong enough with the others yet for them to be able to handle me taking my relationship with her to the next level, I want to try. I don’t begrudge her nature, but I also want to be the one to sustain her. To breathe life into her with my kisses, as my body sates her needs and desires.

  It's a conversation that I plan to have, soon too, as where we're going, access to any local nightclubs will be a problem.

  So deep in thought am I, trying to work through the murky waters of the messy situation I’ve made for myself, I don’t even notice the sweat that has begun to form on my forehead until a large hand, larger than any the three in the room has, is placed on my cheek, and I’m looking into a pair of smokey eyes.

  “Everything okay, Rhia?” asks Maksim, the last member of our motley crew, and I lean my face against his warm palm.

  Relishing in his heat, I release a sigh before answering, “I’m perfect, Maksim. Just thinking about the town we’re going to.”

  It’s my go-to response recently when trying to work through problems with school, my ever growing feelings for my four closest friends, and the fact that there still might be someone out there wanting me dead, despite the lack of attacks since winter.

  She’s lying. I wish she would just talk to me….

  The thought runs through my mind in a deep, almost husky voice, that I automatically identify as Maksim’s. It’s not the first time this has happened, so I’m able to keep my face arranged into neutral lines, not even blinking.

  It's been this way since the others and I joined in an exchange of energy to save Declan. For me, it had been the second time they had pushed their energy, their life force, inside of me, and this, the ability to sometimes catch snippets of their thoughts, has been an unforeseen consequence. Fifi, my mentor, and the Fairy Godmother, has spent countless hours with me trying to learn to shield against it. I’ve gotten much better at it, but like now with Maksim, sometimes my guard slips, and thoughts that aren’t mine will pass through.

  I smile as he continues to stare at me, his eyes scanning my face, and I try to ignore the heavy feeling that has settled in my gut as I attempt to ease his worries with a small smile. It’s all I can do without letting on that I heard his thoughts in the first place.

  After a time, I turn back to the others where they lounge around the room, and my heart swells as I take them all in. With summer break’s arrival, we are going to a ‘safe house’ in a small town in nowhere United States, so I reach down and lift my bag, knowing the larger suitcase has already been shipped ahead of me. While I do, I try to let my appreciation for them shine through in my eyes. “Let’s blow this popsicle stand,” I say, and can immediately tell that Gavril and Declan are fighting the urge to comment on the ‘blow’ part.

  Starting for the door before they get the chance
to share whatever naughty thoughts have lit their faces, and caused smirks to twist their mouths, I walk through the door and toward the waiting car. I’m glad for a break from the rigorous academics and snobbish peers, but Aradia has been my haven since the attack, so venturing out now is both a relief and terrifying.

  Squaring my shoulders, I fight the urge to bite my nails as the main door comes into view, a nervous habit that I broke myself of years ago. The sensation of having my four closest friends walking behind me helps. I have four people at my back that I know will do everything in their power to keep me safe. And I will do the same for them.

  Candy

  "Remind me not to send a Christmas card to Dean Wiseman this year," Gavril says when we park our rental, an SUV, outside of our ‘home' for the next two months. His eyes are wide, and mouth pinched. With white paint aged to an egg-shell yellow that is peeling from the siding, and rips in the screen door, I'm inclined to agree.

  Not wanting the others to be bummed out, I force my lips to curve into a wide smile. "Come on, guys. Just think of it as an adventure!" I say, feigning enthusiasm, but I can tell they’re not buying it. With the yard overgrown and no WiFi signal to be found, the place leaves a lot to be desired.

  “You coming or what?” Maksim asks as he walks toward the house, turning his head back and forth as he looks around, but never lingering in any spot. It’s almost like he’s scoping it out, rather than checking out the paint job.