I Owe My Self So Many Apologies

“Oh really? Those are some big claims.”

“Oh please rub that in Conrad’s face.”

“I’m a big girl, Ray.“

“I guess. I know some of the others will only go on Halloween weekend. Say its the best thrill.”

“Yeah. Ryan is a nephew, he’s a cop somewhere.” Louis shurgged, shoving his hands into his pockets. “I’m older than than He and Han, I was around for more of the shit the warlocks did before we all played nice. Specialized in them for Nick.”

“We should all go as a group.“

“By all means go ahead and diced the pepper.” Lena gave a dramatic flourish towards the poblanos.

Neaera rolled her eyes, slicing the pepper in half and cut slices lengthwise, into long strips.She gather the strips and cut across them to create small pieces. “What next?”

    “Helping set up the village and helping out with the kids mainly.”

“Have you gone to any of the other events?“

“What are you doing with that knife? Trying to cut your finger off?”

“For everyone. They can’t do much to the other alliance members without the leaders getting pissy but humans and people who are unattached are fair game. It’s where they get the real blood.”

“That’s implying there’s one that isn’t crazy.” His tone slid more serious. “Aries is all right I guess. Ryan when he’s in town. But the rest, even the nice ones… you can’t trust. There’s a darkness with all warlocks, but especially them.”

“Damn. That’s kinda of badass.“

“Excellent choice.”

“It was. I say that like it happened last year but it was almost a decade now. And that kid still can’t eat candy apples.”

“I love food, Ray. And when it comes to picking out the best matches I’m the one.“

He stopped and pulled her closer to him. “Anything you want. Though I recommend against the caramel apple flavoring mixed with the white chocolate and gummy worms. I had a kid vomit on my from that.”

“It was colorful and staining…”

“Anything? A girl could get use to that.“ She couldn’t help but to smile as Ray pulled her closer. “Chocolate and powdered sugar? Like a funnel cake.“

“There’s a health waiver before you can go in.”

“I sprained my ankle last year, running from I think Michael Coventry. You’re gonna love it.”

“For everyone? Humans and us? Or is it a front?“

He nodded, excitedly and grabbed her hand. “It’s freshly made to order and you can add flavors and toppings too. Kind of PC tradition.” Ray began pulling her over to the small line.

“Lord, Ray.“ Neaera laughed and followed after him. “What flavors and topping do you have in mind?“

“I promise he doesn’t.”

“Come join the scouts. You’d be great at it.”

“Can you make a promise like that?“

“Ray doesn’t really have a type. I don’t know if he’s even dated anyone since he came back from Europe. And that was 17, or 18 years ago?”

“Why does everyone assume I’m talking about Ray?“