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“Seems like you’ve got a lot on your mind. Let’s get you out of this damp cold air.” Gabe took my hand, and with my four legged entourage trailing behind, we headed into his cabin.

Gemma wasted no time in making herself at home. She curled up next to the hearth and basked in the heat radiating from the fireplace. The dogs took a little longer, but eventually they found a quiet spot. Gabe picked up a blanket and before he began to place it on my shoulders, I took off my coat and revealed my low cut camisole top. I knew he was trying to be the perfect gentleman host, but I had no desire for such well-mannered behavior. Strands of my long hair fell on my bare shoulders and clung tantalizingly to the cleavage of my sumptuously large breasts. Now, I used to struggle with being a curvy girl, but in time, I grew more confident about myself. I had the boobs and I wasn’t afraid to use them.

Gabe didn’t need another hint. He flung the blanket over his shoulders and it landed on the floor, creating a perfect place for us to share ourselves. With one hand buried in the hair on the back of my head, he kissed me. Thankfully, he didn’t hold back. We were instantly wild for each other. His other hand tugged the straps of my camisole off my shoulders, and in no time, he had my bra unfastened, all the while our tongues danced together, our mouths moved frantically as if we couldn’t get enough of each other. My fingers found their way to his chest, trying my hardest to unbutton his shirt. I didn’t get one button loose before he picked me up and laid me down on the blanket.

Watching him undress in the flickering firelight was a complete turn on. I immediately pulled the rest of my clothes off. Gabe came down on me with a bear’s hunger. At first, he held my hands down, my arms over my head, while he kissed me just as wildly as before. His body writhed on top of mine, teasing me with his hardness.

“Not… fair,” I managed to get out.

Gabe lifted his head up and smiled a very mischievous smile. “I’ve been thinking about you. A lot. And there is something I could hardly wait for.”

“Oh, really? Maybe you should just go ahead and get that something.”

Gabe laughed. His head moved down to my breasts, his tongue teased, his mouth devoured them. He let go of my arms as he slowly worked his way down between my legs, transporting me to heaven. Something wasn’t right. I smelled smoke, but not the campfire sort of smoke from an open fireplace. This was different, like burning hair. I felt an unusual rush of extra heat coming from the fireplace.

I suppose I was still lost in the incredible feeling when I tried to articulate an alarm. It sure didn’t come out very well. “Gabe, Gabe. It’s… it’s so… so hot. It’s getting hotter...  ”

“Um, hmm,” he mumbled. Not allowing himself to be distracted by what he thought was just another one of the nonsensical accolades I normally heaped on him during one of his truly expert oral performances.

Then I really felt the heat. “Ah! I’m… ” I sat straight up by grabbing the first thing I could get my hands on, Gabe’s head. I physically pulled myself upright. Poor Gabe had no idea what I was doing. When I looked behind me, my mouth froze open in a silent scream. The end of our blanket had fallen into the fireplace. Gabe saw it, too, and leapt to his feet. He stood there for a few seconds, trying to comprehend what was happening.

 Looking back now, I probably should have just pushed the rest of it into the fireplace. Instead, I snatched up the blanket and instinctively ran out of the room, out the front door, and right off the porch. It had to be quite a sight to see, a naked woman running through a house, dragging a burning blanket like a fiery comet’s tail. Plus, the naked woman was being chased by a naked man spraying a fire extinguisher. One would think it couldn’t have gotten any weirder, yet it did.

When I jumped off the porch, I landed in a rolling heap. The blazing fabric floated down over me. Just in the nick of time, Gabe knocked it aside with a sweeping karate kick and finished it off with the fire extinguisher. It was such an amazing sight, applause broke out from beyond the smoke. It scared the hell out of me, and it definitely caught Gabe’s attention.

“Who’s out there?” he roared, in all his naked glory.

A shadowy figure emerged from the woods. It was none other than Esmeralda.

 

Chapter Four

 

E
smeralda’s applause tapered away slowly. “You never cease to amaze me, Kelly. I’ve seen some interesting ways to greet a visitor. But I must say, I’ve never been greeted before by a naked couple that came screaming out of their house, performing a Chinese circus act. On fire no less.”

I was shocked. “What are you doing here?”

“I’ve been staying up at the old millhouse with Morgan. We were enjoying a very decadent, and slightly romantic, getaway. Remember her? She’s the delicious little waitress from Dutch’s Diner. Anyway, I knew you must have arrived when I saw black smoke billowing from this direction. I said to myself, ‘there’s only a handful of witches I know that would burn down a house’. And only you would be the one to burn down Gabe’s cozy cabin. He must have really pissed you off.”

“It’s not what you think.”

 “Good. Now, would you please invite me inside? Or would you like to continue acting like you’ve both just escaped from the local nuthouse?”

“Come on in.” Gabe turned around and we followed. His bare backside leading the way.

Esmeralda walked directly behind Gabe, and she looked at his ass thoughtfully, like she was a USDA meat inspector grading beef. “Hmm. Bear ass naked. I like. Gertie was right, he
does
have a really nice ass.”

“Oh, really? I didn’t realize my boyfriend’s ass was a regular topic of conversation among my friends.”

“Guys with nice asses are always a good topic for conversation.” Her pinching hand inched its way to Gabe’s left cheek. “He wouldn’t mind if I gave it a squeeze.”

“But I would,” I chided her, so she pinched my bare butt cheek instead.

Once we got back inside, I was happy to see the house didn’t look bad at all, considering the dangerous way I dragged the burning blanket through it. Gabe and I quickly dressed. I figured it was the best time to spill the beans about my surprise visit.

“Gabe, I didn’t get a chance to tell you why I came. I’m hiding out because I may have accidentally cast a spell… I have no idea what it was. It could have been an attack on other witches, it could have been anything. The Witches Union is going to be coming after me. That’s why I didn’t call.”

“I’m glad you came here to hide out. I can protect you.”

“No. I can’t stay here. You’d get in huge trouble for hiding me.”

“Don’t worry about me, I can handle them. You have to stay with me, Kelly.”

Esmeralda patted Gabe’s arm. “That’s the spirit! Anyway, it’s foolish to think you can hide from the Union. At least here you have Gabe. A witch could be intimidated by a,” Esmeralda moved her hand onto Gabe’s chest and she patted it emphatically with each word, “big… wild… bear.” Esmeralda drew a small wand from her pocket. “Then of course, you have little ole me to lend a helping wand.”

“I suppose you have a point. I really appreciate your help, Ezzy. Plus, Gabe could do some real damage in bear form. If you both really think it’s better for me to stay here, I will.”

“Good, now tell me all about this wayward spell.”

“It was an accident. I had that old spell book open to a random page in the French language section. Without even thinking about it, I touched the open page with my wand and pulled the spell off the book, like I’ve seen you do. I tried to smash it back into the book, but it exploded. Now the spell book is nothing but a useless lump of charcoal.”

“Is there any way to find out if she actually cast a spell? And what kind of spell it was? Maybe reverse it?” Gabe asked.

“First of all, let me say that I’ve never heard of anyone putting a spell back into a book in such a careless way.” Esmeralda stretched out her arm. “All you had to do was drop your wand.” Her hand opened as she theatrically simulated how simple it would have been to avoid my predicament. “But from what you’ve told me, I’d say you cast a spell. To answer your question, yes. The spell is in the wand, not the book.”

“What do you mean? The wand?”

“You’re in luck. It’s not common knowledge, but every magic wand has a memory of the spells it cast. There’s a catch, every wand comes with a secret phrase to unlock its history. I know your wand’s phrase. After all, it used to be mine. I reset the phrase a few years ago. Where is the wand now?”

“In the trunk of my car,” I replied. Ezzy slipped her miniature broom from her pocket and with a quick utterance of a spell, she disappeared amid a green cloud.

“So, what is the deal with Esmeralda? You know, I thought she was only into girls.”

“Esmeralda rejects labels of any kind. She thinks society should discard labels like straight, gay, or bi. She describes herself as sexual, no hang-ups.”

 It only took her a minute to return with my wand.

 The wand rolled gracefully in Esmeralda’s fingers, and she beamed with the joy of being reunited with an old friend. “I’ve got a lot of memories here.”

“Come on already, Ezzy. You’re killing me. I really need to know what stupid spell I cast.”

“Let’s hope not.” She held the wand up. “Like sands through the hour glass, so are the days of our lives!” The cheesy passcode was made even more cringe worthy because she shouted it.

“What? Quit fooling around, Ezzy.” She gave me her most serious eyes. “Really, Ezzy? You’re joking, right?”

“Why would you say that? I heard it somewhere. I liked it. Deal with it. Gabe? Could you please scrounge up some blank paper? A notebook perhaps?”

Gabe walked over to a small computer desk and grabbed a few sheets of printer paper. Esmeralda carefully arranged them on the table. “Now that the wand is unlocked, I simply say a couple of Latin words.” She pointed the tip of the wand at the paper. “Memoria transduco!” Red ink slowly bled out of the wand, forming handwritten text on the paper. Before long, a complete French spell was legible. “There you go, kids. That’s how it’s done.”

Gabe leaned over both of our shoulders. “What kind of spell is it? Can you tell?”

It was in French all right, a very old French beyond my limits. The handwriting was also a very unfamiliar and hard to read style. “Okay, I’m out. It’s up to you, Ezzy.”

“Interesting.” Her glossy black nail traced the ornate handwriting. “This spell is very old. From what I can tell, it’s what we used to call a jailbreak spell. Those spells were typically used to help a prisoner break free.”

“Great. So what kind of maniac did I just put back on the streets?”

“Not just a maniac, an entire group of… I’m not sure of what, though. Whatever it is, the spell refers to it as a circus act. It mentions dancers, but much of this spell is written in riddle and code. Only the witch that wrote it could use it.”

Gabe dismissed my concerns with a shrug. “I don’t think this is anything to worry about. After all, how many circus acts need to be set free? None, I’m guessing.” Gabe casually glanced at the spell. Suddenly, his head recoiled back. “This spell is also about bears!” His finger jabbed at a word. “Ursus? That’s Latin for bear, isn’t it?”

“Very good, werebear. You’ve got a brain as big as your dick.” Ezzy gave me a nudge. “Are you sure you wouldn’t share him?”  

I ignored Ezzy’s sassy suggestion and focused on the spell. “A captive circus act, hmm. And something about bears. Could this be about one of those circus bear acts? Is that what this is about?”

“Oh… shit,” Esmeralda deadpanned. Her eyebrows arched over her widened eyes, the wand fell to the floor. It took her a few seconds to consider the consequences. I knew she wanted nothing to do with this spell when I saw the way she mimicked washing her hands. “Thank you both for the nude acrobats on fire show. It was as entertaining as it was bizarre. Goodbye and good luck, it’s been nice knowing you.”

 “Hold on, Ezzy! Please.”

“Argh.” Esmeralda returned the broom to her pocket. “I probably wouldn’t have
really
left.” She thought about it for a few seconds. “Although I should run away from this.” She slowly rubbed her forehead. “Run like a Kenyan track star on speed.”

“Thanks for helping out, Esmeralda. It’s true! You actually do have a heart.”

Esmeralda’s smirk showed how much she appreciated Gabe’s effort to keep it light with a little humor. “Of course I have a heart. It’s a shriveled up little thing, but a heart all the same.” When it comes to gratitude, Esmeralda absolutely abhors being thanked, just as much as she hates having to apologize. She’d rather move on than to wallow in any sort of emotion.

“Yes, thanks for sticking around, Ezzy. Why are you spooked by this spell?”

“This is going to sound strange because one doesn’t normally associate witches with traveling bear circuses. Believe it or not, I know of a witch named Ursula that actually owned a real live bear circus. She was from a French noble family and a long line of witches. In the early 1600s, they had a dispute with a rival family. Get this, they were a clan of bear shifters.”

Gabe pulled out a chair and sat down. His hand stroked his forehead. “Hold on! There are other werebears out there? I always wondered.”

“Yes, there are all kinds of shifters in the world. Kelly, you really need to drag your man out of his den more. Anyway, it was Romeo and Juliet from hell. Ursula broke a serious witch’s taboo when she fell in love with a young werebear. So not only did these families hate each other, you have an illicit romance. The witch’s family declared open season on the werebears. Surprisingly, Ursula’s young lover turned out to be a real jackass when he chose to dump her. You know the drill, loyalty to his family over the witches, blah, blah, blah. Ursula was deeply hurt and seriously angry. She placed a hex on the entire werebear family. They would forever remain in bear form, never again to walk the earth as humans. She had them all captured, then she forced them to perform in a traveling circus act.”

“That was one seriously pissed off witch! So you think this spell was written to free the werebears?”

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