sentence.
Ty twisted his lips. “All I get is more of the same thing Prudence gave us. Angels.”
“If last month someone had told me a guy hung with the angels, I would say he was dead. Of course, now I know fairies are real. What’s to say angels aren’t too?” Parris smiled but it didn’t reach her eyes.
He’d done this. He’d changed her world. His only duty had been to make sure she fell at or below the level five witch her grandmother portrayed her to be. A witch who didn’t want to own her power. The only thing Parris wished for was a normal life. He’d erased the possibility from her future.
“You’ll get angel instruction in volume four. They’re harder to understand, what with religious mythology surrounding them. Many witches don’t see the Bible even as historical text, especially since men touting God’s law have persecuted those performing witchcraft for centuries.” Ty sighed. “It’s hard to take angels at face value, no more than they truly were designed for and no less.”
“So you think your friend is hanging with the angels, literally.” Parris took a bite of her pulled pork sandwich. Ty smiled. The girl could eat. He loved that about her. Not like those skinny models he usually took to events as arm candy. He reached over and, wiped a bit of barbecue sauce off her lips with his thumb.
“Or hanging around somewhere angels exist.” Ty finished his beer. “You ready? I’d like to walk back to the room so I can do some research on the churches within walking distance of Fountain Square. If I’m right, we might be able to track Robert down before noon tomorrow.”
“Then what?”
He pulled out a credit card to pay. “We’ll figure it out when we find him.”
“If?”
“When,” Ty corrected her. “Positive thinking creates a doorway through which opportunity loves to walk.”
“Who said that?” Parris pushed her plate away and grabbed her own glass, downing the rest of her own draft.
“I don’t remember. Me, maybe.” He waved the waiter back to their table.
When they reached the room, Ty checked the desk for a phone book. Nothing. He opened his phone and punched in a number. When the other line picked up, he started talking. “Derek, I need a list of all religious buildings within walking distance of Fountain Square.”
“How far is walking distance? You or someone in shape?”
“I don’t know–five miles max? How far can a guy Robert’s age walk?”
“Probably farther than you could. Last time I saw the guy he pretty much could keep up with warlocks half his age. Five miles should get you started.” Derek paused, “You have any luck keeping Parris on track?”
Ty glanced at Parris and laughed. “No, she hasn’t cracked a book all day. She says you’re a slave driver.”
“Glad it’s not just me then.”
“Hey.” Parris leaned close to the phone. “I read on the way down here. I’m done with volume three.”
“Sounds like she’s ready for some harder stuff,” Derek said, chuckling. “I’ll pick up the next set while you guys are vacationing.”
“Some vacation. She’ll read on the way back, too. I promise. Send the list to the front desk. They’ll print it for me.” Ty clicked off the phone. A pillow hit him dead in the face. “What?”
“I can’t believe you tried to get me in trouble with Derek.” Parris shook her head. “So now what do we do?”
“We wait until morning to work Derek’s list.” Ty sat down next to her on the bed, pulling up the spaghetti strap on her shirt, then letting it pop down on her skin.
“Morning’s a long time away. What should we do until then?” Parris asked, dragging the tip of her nail up his arm, slowly.
“I think we can entertain each other.” He moved her onto his lap and kissed her, bringing her head down meeting his lips. Her curly hair fell forward, enveloping him, tickling his arms as he reached up tangling his hands in the raven locks.
She answered his kiss,
Ty twisted his lips. “All I get is more of the same thing Prudence gave us. Angels.”
“If last month someone had told me a guy hung with the angels, I would say he was dead. Of course, now I know fairies are real. What’s to say angels aren’t too?” Parris smiled but it didn’t reach her eyes.
He’d done this. He’d changed her world. His only duty had been to make sure she fell at or below the level five witch her grandmother portrayed her to be. A witch who didn’t want to own her power. The only thing Parris wished for was a normal life. He’d erased the possibility from her future.
“You’ll get angel instruction in volume four. They’re harder to understand, what with religious mythology surrounding them. Many witches don’t see the Bible even as historical text, especially since men touting God’s law have persecuted those performing witchcraft for centuries.” Ty sighed. “It’s hard to take angels at face value, no more than they truly were designed for and no less.”
“So you think your friend is hanging with the angels, literally.” Parris took a bite of her pulled pork sandwich. Ty smiled. The girl could eat. He loved that about her. Not like those skinny models he usually took to events as arm candy. He reached over and, wiped a bit of barbecue sauce off her lips with his thumb.
“Or hanging around somewhere angels exist.” Ty finished his beer. “You ready? I’d like to walk back to the room so I can do some research on the churches within walking distance of Fountain Square. If I’m right, we might be able to track Robert down before noon tomorrow.”
“Then what?”
He pulled out a credit card to pay. “We’ll figure it out when we find him.”
“If?”
“When,” Ty corrected her. “Positive thinking creates a doorway through which opportunity loves to walk.”
“Who said that?” Parris pushed her plate away and grabbed her own glass, downing the rest of her own draft.
“I don’t remember. Me, maybe.” He waved the waiter back to their table.
When they reached the room, Ty checked the desk for a phone book. Nothing. He opened his phone and punched in a number. When the other line picked up, he started talking. “Derek, I need a list of all religious buildings within walking distance of Fountain Square.”
“How far is walking distance? You or someone in shape?”
“I don’t know–five miles max? How far can a guy Robert’s age walk?”
“Probably farther than you could. Last time I saw the guy he pretty much could keep up with warlocks half his age. Five miles should get you started.” Derek paused, “You have any luck keeping Parris on track?”
Ty glanced at Parris and laughed. “No, she hasn’t cracked a book all day. She says you’re a slave driver.”
“Glad it’s not just me then.”
“Hey.” Parris leaned close to the phone. “I read on the way down here. I’m done with volume three.”
“Sounds like she’s ready for some harder stuff,” Derek said, chuckling. “I’ll pick up the next set while you guys are vacationing.”
“Some vacation. She’ll read on the way back, too. I promise. Send the list to the front desk. They’ll print it for me.” Ty clicked off the phone. A pillow hit him dead in the face. “What?”
“I can’t believe you tried to get me in trouble with Derek.” Parris shook her head. “So now what do we do?”
“We wait until morning to work Derek’s list.” Ty sat down next to her on the bed, pulling up the spaghetti strap on her shirt, then letting it pop down on her skin.
“Morning’s a long time away. What should we do until then?” Parris asked, dragging the tip of her nail up his arm, slowly.
“I think we can entertain each other.” He moved her onto his lap and kissed her, bringing her head down meeting his lips. Her curly hair fell forward, enveloping him, tickling his arms as he reached up tangling his hands in the raven locks.
She answered his kiss,