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“Not a damn thing,” George lied as he shrugged and offered her a cocky grin in return.

“You said something…”

“You’re hearing things,” he shrugged again. “Maybe it was an echo.”

“Something about a Christmas fairy…” She eyed him with suspicion.

“Ah, the Christmas fairy — I think that’s Jessica this year,” George offered back.

“Who is Jessica?” Angelique didn’t want to let it drop. The damn fairy was up to something — she could practically smell it in the air.

What he was up to is what she needed to figure out.

“Jessica is just another fairy that thinks she’s special — even though she’s not — in fact, her ego is so big that she wouldn’t get through the door,” George offered.

When he felt the harsh sting of Jessica’s magic against his backside, he pressed his lips together and didn’t make a sound; he wasn’t about to give her the satisfaction. But his eyes did flick up toward the shelf that the little Demon was sitting on.

Even in his human form, he could still see the gleeful smile on Jessica’s face. When he got back to his fairy form, he was going to make her pay for that one.

“I’m sure you’d make a lovely couple, and be so well suited,” Angelique offered back.

She’d heard him say something, caught him in a misspoken moment, and she didn’t believe the line that he was giving her. She could smell BS as much as the next witch.

No, she didn’t trust this fairy as far as she could throw him.

“That’s a horrible thought,” George grumbled, and he heard Jessica make a noise like she was being sick. He returned that sentiment — he’d rather be the Christmas fairy every year then be a couple with Jessica.

“The fact remains — go away,” Angelique said.

“The fact remains — I can’t,” George offered back.

“Then we’re at an impasse because you can’t stay here, and I don’t want you anywhere near my latest spell,” Angelique informed him. “And so — you’re leaving.”

“I’d love to leave you to your…” He motioned towards the cauldron and heard the witch grasp.

“Keep your grubby little fingers away from my spell!” Angelique pushed out a spell to cover the cauldron with protective magic. “It’s not happening again.”

“I wasn’t…”

“Good! Don’t even think about it,” Angelique cut him off before he got where he wanted to go.

“I wouldn’t…”

“You did last time!” Angelique hissed back at him with a death glare that made him reconsider messing with her again in any shape or form. Too bad he had a job to do.

“Can I finish a sentence?” George folded his large arms across his broad chest and eyed her with contempt.

“I don’t know — can you?” Angelique shot back.

‘I for one like this witch!’

George groaned inwardly at the sound of Jessica’s voice. With him being in his human form, her voice sounded so much more shrill-like to his ears, and it matched her personality.

“Please tell me what I can do to alleviate your fears about me,” George offered graciously to the witch.

“Drop dead!” Angelique tossed back.

‘She got you there!’ Jessica chuckled, and George had the need to wring someone’s neck. He’d prefer that it was Jessica’s, but anyone would do.

“Unfortunately, I’m very much alive — and I’m here to take you on a Christmas journey…”

“Oh — my — goddess!” Angelique took one large step back away from the kitchen counter, and her cauldron, and eyed the man with horror.

“What?” George looked about him to see what had the witch so rattled. “Did a vampire just walk in?”

‘Such a brave and fearless warrior!’ Jessica chuckled from up high.

“Christmas journey?” Angelique didn’t like the sound of that. She’d read a Christmas Carol — she’d watched Scrooged — was this man really that Christmas fairy?

Angelique didn’t want to visit Christmases past. She certainly didn’t want to visit Christmases future. She never flicked a page or two on a good book to see what happened next — why would she want to do the same thing to her life?

“I have a little surprise for you.” George grinned with a glint of glee in his eye… and Angelique lifted her hands and zapped him hard with her magic. So hard that his feet left the floor.

He flew backward through the air, hitting the hard wall behind him, and dropped to the floor like a sack of coal.

‘She got you there — too.’ Jessica chuckled hard. ‘Splat.’

 

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‘ I don’t think this was what the fairy godmother had in mind when she made you the Christmas fairy.’ Jessica cautioned him as George bundled Angelique into the back seat of her own car.

The witch was magically bound and gagged, and George had to admit that he felt a small pang of guilt. He didn’t feel enough guilt not to do it — or to set her free — because he had a job to do and a life to get back to.

“I did not receive instruction on how to do my job — ergo — I can make it up as I go along,” George said.

The look in Angelique’s eyes was more than chilling. He had the distinct impression that when he let her free — she was going to try to kill him.

All the more reason to find her mate and give her something else to think about. At least, that was the plan.

‘But a Christmas fairy does not just kidnap the person that they are trying to help.’

“Look…” George slammed the back door of the car and turned toward where Jessica was sitting on the roof.

‘What would the fairy godmother say?’

“I don’t know — use your initiative?” George shot back.

Jessica was becoming a very big pain in his backside. He just wanted to find the witches mate and get rid of her, and in turn, get rid of Jessica, and then he could return to his life.

‘I don’t think she’s going to be pleased,’ Jessica informed him in clipped tones that made her sound both shrill-like, fairy godmother-like, and smug – very, very smug.

“I don’t think she’ll find out unless someone tells her,” George leaned his face in toward the little fairy and offered her a death glare. “And you know what happens to faeries that go and tell tales, don’t you?” He warned.

Jessica folded her arms, tipped her head to one side, and snorted her contempt for the man.

‘Whatever next?’

“I’m glad to see were on the same wavelength. I’d hate for anyone to have their wings glued together,” he warned again, just in case she didn’t get the idea the first time.

‘I really don’t like you.’

“I really don’t care,” George offered back as he set off for the driver’s door.

Driving couldn’t be that hard, could it?