13. The spell

Larissa Maynard

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As soon as I rounded up my work on Thursday, I went downstairs to see Caspian leaning against his car with his arms folded. He was dressed in a white undershirt, dark jeans, and a thin wooly jacket. He also had black sunglasses on, giving off an approachable vibe.

I watched as girls eyed him like a piece of meat as they walked by and for some reason, it made me uncomfortable. I snickered as I walked toward him. “You could have just given me the address.”

He pushed away from the car and flashed me a blinding smile. “You would have gotten lost. You’re bad at taking directions.”

My cheeks heated up at the fact that he remembered that detail about me. “I also have a GPS, Caspian.”

He rolled his eyes and pulled open the door to the passenger’s seat. “Get in.”

I wiggled my car keys in his face. “I can just drive behind you.”

“Where’s the fun in that? Get in, Larissa. People are beginning to stare at us.”

I didn’t waste time getting in and I heard him laugh as closed the