The Accidental Werewolf
Maybe he really just wants to wash his hands, I try to convince myself, but the little voice won’t let up.
I walk behind a stall and look around before I cast the same invisibility spell I cast the night the vampire tried to grab me. I leave the toy behind the stall and run in the direction of the toilets. I catch sight of Abbadon, strolling through the thinning crowd, his hands shoved in his pockets.
He stops and turns, looking right at me. I freeze. Can he see through my spell? He lifts his head and sniffs the air. Maybe he can smell me, but not see me. A slow grin spreads across his face, and he turns left, towards the kids’ rides.
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