Entangled (4 page)

The fear left Gray’s face as she put a free hand on her hip. “And what does that mean?”

Raj pulled out his Zippo and flicked it open. “We’d make a powerful couple, you and me. We’ve got a lot in common. Think about it.” Raj snapped the lighter shut. He moved his thumb to flick it open again then stopped when he saw the way Gray stared at him. The expression was hard to make out. Then it changed.

“You really want the invisibility spell that bad? Well, forget it. I’m not giving it to you and I wouldn’t go out with you if you were the last person on earth.”

Raj grinned. This wasn’t rejection—just a bit of foreplay between a witch and a warlock. “That’d be nice. You, me, and the world to ourselves.”

Gray loosened her grip on her pack and let it dangle from her fingers next to her knees. “Sounds like my idea of hell.”

“At least in hell we could be wicked.”

“You’re wicked enough already.”

Their eyes locked. Raj felt himself drawn to Gray by an invisible force. He’d never wanted to kiss a girl so badly. Maybe if he imagined her resolve melting away it’d happen. But he didn’t have any magical abilities at the moment. Foolishly, Raj had let down his guard and allowed himself to fall under the spell of a girl—the kind of spell any normal was in danger of tripping headfirst into.

“Hello? Anybody home?” Graylee called into the kitchen after finding the living room deserted. She leaned into the stairs. “Char? Mom?”

Just as her heart started an uneasy drumming inside her chest, Graylee heard her mom call out, “Up here, hon.”

Graylee heard laughter and followed it straight into her mother’s bedroom. Charlene was wearing a dress and had done her hair and makeup. She looked downright perky.

“What’s going on?” Graylee asked.

Charlene’s face dropped for a fraction of a second. It was so quick Graylee couldn’t be sure she’d imagined it. Her mom, on the other hand, grinned from ear to ear. “Your sister and I have just been planning Operation Get Blake Back.”

Graylee’s mouth dropped. “Operation what?”

“Get Blake back,” Charlene repeated as though Graylee were hearing impaired.

“Yeah, I caught that and again,
what
?”

“All that boy needs is to see your sister’s pretty face and it won’t take him long to realize what he’s missing,” Mom said. “So how about the three of us have a girl’s night out at the mall and do a bit of shopping followed by dinner and a movie?”

Graylee started to protest then stopped herself. Was she really going to argue against the mall and a movie?

She grinned. “Let’s do it.”

“That’s the spirit! When should we go?”

Charlene gave Graylee the once-over. “I’m ready now, but maybe Lee wants to change.”

Graylee looked down at her shorts and tights. Cute, but not Barbie cute—urban hip in her estimation. Charlene must have read her hesitation as something else.

“Here, let me help you.” Charlene snapped her fingers and like that Graylee was wearing the pastel dress she’d worn to their cousin Myra’s graduation.

Speaking of violations…

“Charlene, you know I hate it when you do that!”

Charlene blew on her fingernails. They’d been painted pink—if Charlene had indeed taken the time to paint them herself.

“I can dress myself. Besides, I’d never choose this.”

Charlene looked up. “But you look so cute in that dress. You really ought to rethink your wardrobe.”

“Mom!”

Their mother moved to the door. “I don’t know about you girls, but I’m ready to go shopping.”

“I’m not leaving in this dress,” Graylee said, heading toward her bedroom.

“Fine, if you’re going to be pouty.” Charlene snapped her fingers again and Graylee’s original outfit appeared.

Charlene was lucky she’d just gotten her heart broken; otherwise, Graylee might’ve paid her sister a midnight visit, shoestring in hand. If only Charlene’s magical advances were as easy to put the kibosh on as Raj McKenna’s.
Raj
. The thought of him made Graylee shudder. She put a hand on her hip. “Guess I’m ready to go then. We should hustle since Char’s so obviously bored she has nothing better to do than play dress-up.”

Charlene’s eyes narrowed and she raised her fingers like she might snap again, but was interrupted by their mother’s loud clap. “All right, let’s get this show on the road.”

“I call front seat,” Charlene said.

It was then Graylee wished she could snap her own fingers or nod her head like Barbara Eden in
I Dream of Jeannie
and teleport herself into the front seat of the Volkswagen Bug. She’d been working on the spell for months. Few witches could transport, but then again, few could make themselves invisible and that’s what had given Graylee the gumption to try.

Invisibility had come unexpectedly, but thank god it did. Graylee was driving home alone after a late-night movie fest with Thea and got a flat as she rolled past a shady part of town. The first thing she’d done was call her mom using her cell phone; second, swore to herself she’d ask Ryan’s dad to show her how to change a tire; and third, noted the hooligans lurking about while her mother still a good fifteen minutes away. Graylee had imagined herself invisible to calm her mind, working out all the details of the transformation process, and then, somehow, it’d happened. She’d known because she saw her arms disappear. Immediately she’d looked in the rearview mirror. No reflection.

It’d been an amazing moment. But then her mom had pulled up and started to panic when she didn’t see Graylee so she’d filled herself in quickly as her mom hurried back to her own car.

Once they were safely home, Graylee tried to demonstrate the spell, but nothing happened. Her mom had given her an encouraging look.

“I was invisible, Mom. I swear.”

Her mom had smiled. “I believe you, sweetie. Our abilities are like that sometimes. They respond to our commands when we most need them—like in the case of tonight. You put yourself under magical protection.”

Maybe it had been stress that allowed her to hide in plain sight. But Graylee hadn’t been stressed when she turned invisible to sneak into Mrs. Pritchett’s class.

Either way, it didn’t look good for Graylee that her twin could keep up with their peers at Gathering on Sundays while Graylee floundered… literally… to so much as float, a spell even the preteens had mastered.

Graylee suppressed a sigh. She took the seat behind her mother. Think of all the time it’d save her if she could be dressed with the snap of a finger. In her dreams. It wasn’t like Charlene ever tried to help her develop her powers. At least her sister couldn’t create new clothes. Then Graylee really would have to hate her. Charlene might be able to make outfits appear on her body, but only articles she already owned. Thus the trip to the mall.

In the parking lot, Charlene vacated the passenger’s seat before Graylee or her mom had a chance to open their car door. Her sister led the way into the mall and began pawing through clothes in the shop by the entrance.

“How was your day?” Mom asked as they followed Charlene in.

“Fine.” Graylee touched a green sweater hanging in front of her. Soft.

“Anything interesting happen today?”

Immediately Raj McKenna popped into Graylee’s head. “Nope,” she said, turning away from the sweater. “What about you?”

“Not really. Marc and I went out for lunch.”

Their mother was kinda sorta dating Ryan’s dad, Mr. Phillips. Her mom had the opposite rule as Graylee; she only dated warlocks. She said she’d dated a normal once before and she couldn’t be herself with him.

Thankfully, their mother hadn’t dated much in the five years since their father’s death. Graylee had a feeling she was waiting till she and Char graduated from high school.

“What about boys?”

“Boys?” Graylee repeated. Why was her mom suddenly asking her about boys?

“Got any new crushes this semester? I haven’t heard you mention a boy’s name since Hart Hensley.”

Yeah, since he started going out with Trish Roberts.

Graylee curled her lip and scrunched her nose. “Boys are overrated.”

Her mother chuckled and held out a multicolored scarf. “This looks like something you’d wear.”

As Graylee reached out to take it Charlene squealed and held up a dusty rose miniskirt with several tiers of ruffles. “This is so cute!” she called across the store.

Their mom smiled, set the scarf down, and started toward Charlene. “Try it on.”

“I will, but first I need to find a top.” Charlene scurried around the shop, holding the skirt against various blouses and sweaters.

“How about this?” Mom asked, holding up a gray turtleneck.

Charlene made a face. She yanked a sleeveless beige top that sagged at the neckline from a hanging rack. “I like this one.” She made for the dressing room. Graylee and her mom followed close behind.

It should have taken Charlene a second to snap into the skirt, not several minutes. She was making them wait on purpose, Graylee grumbled in her head.

Then finally, the dressing room door flew open and Charlene stepped out, showing more skin than cloth. Graylee had to admit she looked good.

“Oh, Char,” Mom said, a grin brightening her entire face. “You’ll have Blake eating out of your hand before the week is out.”

Charlene’s smile nearly reached her ears. The hem of her skirt twirled as she spun around and returned to the dressing room.

Graylee turned to her mom and whispered, “Don’t tell me you’re encouraging this?”

“I have to keep her distracted somehow.”

They followed Charlene into a shoe shop, followed by lingerie. Graylee started looking through the panty tables for fun designs before gravitating toward the wall of hanging bras. A ruby-red pushup bra with black lace edging caught her eye. She found one in a B-cup and held it out in front of her.

“Whatcha got there, Gray?”

Graylee attempted to obscure the bra from her sister by turning her body, but Charlene was already grabbing herself a matching bra off the wall. “Good pick, sis.”

“You know I don’t like wearing the same things.”

“Oh, please, like anyone would ever know.” Charlene nudged Graylee with her elbow. “Hey, Lee. Wanna flash the guys at their next game?”

Graylee rolled her eyes. “Is that part of Operation Get Blake Back?”

Charlene chewed on her lip. “Perhaps.”

Graylee studied her sister’s face. For a brief moment she imagined them as a team: dressing alike, teasing the boys, laughing so hard they cried. Why couldn’t they be that kind of twins?

“Fine,” Graylee said. “Get the same bra—just don’t mix it up with mine.”

Charlene bounced in place. “Great! Now let’s grab ourselves the matching panties. Size extra small,” she added in a jokey voice.

Graylee laughed. As they left the shop with their latest purchase, Charlene linked arms with Graylee. Bonding over bras. Sometimes it was the most unexpected things.

After dumping their bags in the trunk of the car and nabbing a bite, they headed for the cinema.

“We should watch a romantic comedy—make sure we’re putting the right kind of energy into the air,” Mom said.

“Or we could see the latest slasher,” Graylee suggested. “Nothing says Valentine’s like a gore fest.”

Mom laughed.

Charlene’s nose wrinkled. “I don’t like scary movies.”

No, of course not. What Charlene did like was stupid comedies. At least it was good to hear her laughing again. By the time they were turning in for bed, Graylee could almost swear the whole Blake affair had never happened. Charlene seemed like her usual self, which was better than an unhappy Charlene.

Before bed, Graylee tried on the new bra in front of her mirror. Sexy was never a word she’d associated with herself, but when she saw the way the bra lifted her breasts she nearly did a double take and stared at her reflection way too long, like a boy gaping at a photo in
Maxim
magazine.

Graylee tossed the bra into her hamper and pulled a T-shirt over her head before turning in for the night.

Weird dreams were Graylee’s specialty, but tonight the word she’d have chosen for them was “disturbing.” Raj was in one, standing in her room. And Graylee… god… was wearing the new bra and a pair of tight blue jeans.

“I like it,”
Raj said, looking her over.

The worst part was Graylee liked that he liked it.

Did a person’s sleeping lips form a grin when they smiled in their dreams? Graylee should have been glowering, not grinning like an idiot. Raj took her smile as an invitation to approach the bed.

Graylee had gone from standing to lying under the covers. Raj leaned over her. His breath on her face felt way too close and way too real.

Graylee woke up with a jerk. Charlene was sitting on her bed looking into the dark chamber thoughtfully. “Lee, I’ve figured it out.”