Chapter 8: Sip Happens

Beatrice's POV.

“What did you do?”

I am so furious the papers on Sebastian King’s desk hover in the air. I’m aware of the audience we have the balding old man he’d been talking to, his assistant, and Lucas, but nothing is going to distract me from the man on the other side of that infuriating desk.

“What. Did. You. Do?” I repeat.

My magic does its version of stomping a foot and sends the papers on the desk flying to the corners of the room.

Lucas ducks one particularly thick packet in a mailing envelope.

“Don’t f*ck with Barbie Witch,” he mutters, and a resigned affection rises up in me.

The Hex might be in desperate need of a haircut, lack manners, and refuse to drop the Barbie nickname, but he did dutifully deliver me to Sebastian King after I burst into his office twenty minutes ago. That counts for something.

Sebastian King rises and buttons a single button on his suit jacket.