Fated Match (Witches of Black Mountain Short)
by: Miranda Lynn
Sandy hissed and rubbed the back of her right shoulder. “Dammit that hurts. Did your birthmark change as you got older?”
“Change how?” Scarlett leaned forward, wanting to see what Sandy was referencing.
“Well, it began to itch and burn a few days ago, and this morning it glowed bright red for a minute before settling down. Now it just has a constant buzz to it. It’s hard to describe, and there seems to be something else around it—a circle—but it’s like my skin was branded, raised and bumpy.” Sandy angled sideways and moved the shoulder of her silk blouse so Scarlett could see.
Scarlett’s breath hitched, and she reached out to touch the symbol just as a knock sounded at the door. Sandy quickly covered the birthmark and stood, smoothing the cream skirt half of her Dior suit of the day.
“Enter.” Sandy’s voice had taken on the tone of the mistress of the house, her friendly tone gone, her face a mask of cool and confident woman.
“Excuse me, Ms. Harrington, your ten o’clock is waiting for you in the study downstairs.”
“Thank you, Jeremy.” She smiled, a bit of the ice queen melting as she addressed him. “And again, thank you for staying with me.”
Jeremy bowed his head. “You are welcome, Ms. Harrington, but there is no need to thank me. Everyone deserves to be surrounded by people who believe in them.” A quick smile graced his full lips before he walked out.
Sandy hissed again and grabbed at her shoulder.
“Are you okay?” Scarlett asked. She stood and reached out to move the silk again so she could look at the mark that had flared bright red.
“I have no choice but to be all right. It will be fine.” Her words were an obvious lie to the other witch.
“I’ll wait here for you.” Scarlett sat again, smoothing her hands down her jeans and picking up the newest romance novel Sandy had ordered for her.
Sandy nodded her agreement as she walked over and put on the matching suit jacket and her four-inch heels. Today she had chosen classic black, which made the red of the soles much more striking whenever she walked.
“I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
“No rush. Be honest and try to curb your annoyance as much as you can.” Scarlett’s smoky laugh followed.
“I’ll try.” Sandy smiled back at her and closed the office door.Scarlett waited a few heartbeats before pulling her cell phone out. She pressed speed dial three and waited for the connection.
“Hello, Scarlett, what a wonderful surprise,” an old, wizened voice greeted with joy.
“Ms. Neevie, we have a problem,” Scarlett replied, forgoing all pleasantries.