Chapter 16
Allister
Idon’t know how Igot talked into this.
Why did I have to teach the fake Piper how to fight? She wasn’t ever going to use it. I mean, the whole point of her being here was to keep the others from knowing the real Piper was gone, wasn’t it? If she actually had to fight then we’d all be fucked, cause this witch might be good at spells but she couldn’t throw a punch worth a shit.
“Alright now, punch with your left. Good. Now, your right.” I held my hands up before me, demonstrating how Angelica should position her hands. “Now, make sure you shift your body with the movement. Don’t just throw your fist out there, you have to turn your hips with it as well.”
Angelica frowned and tried to do as I instructed her. Unfortunately, every punch she threw was like a dead fish. With her wrist bending, the likelihood that it was going to hurt anyone other than herself was growing lower and lower.
I sighed and waved her off. “Take a break.”
“Great.” Piper/Angelica breathed, dropping her arms and marching over to the bench where she chugged her bottle of water.
I stretched my arms over my head and then from one side to the other, trying to remind myself that this was important. Not only because of my Piper but in the line of work Angelica did she might not be able to use her magic and would need to be able to defend herself.
“Can I ask you something?”
Pausing in my stretches, I glanced over at Angelica. “Sure. What’s up?”
“Do you all love this Piper chick?” She gestured at her glamoured body.
I frowned, my brows furrowed. “Of course. Why do you ask?”
Angelica shrugged and stretched her legs out in front of her. “Just seems a bit weird for one girl to be dating so many guys at once.”
“You pretend to be other people’s fantasies for money, how is that any less weird?” I shot back, not liking the judgment she was putting on us.
“Hey, I never said it wasn’t creepy, but the pay is good and a girl’s gotta eat.” The more she talked the more her southern accent came out, making Piper’s voice come out all weird.
“And you don’t find that more strange than multiple men wanting to be with the same woman?” I picked up my silver container of blood and took a gulp of it.
“No...” Angelica trailed off, coming to her feet. “Lots of men want me but only a few at the same time. And none of them are practically brothers or in a pseudo homosexual relationship.”
I almost choked on my blood. “What?” I coughed.
“Oh, you know...” she wiggled her finger toward the other part of the house. “The stuff going on with Antoine and Darren.”
I shook my head. “You misunderstand. They’re not gay.”
Angelica shrugged. “Never said they were. I said pseudo homosexual relationship. They do have sex with women, correct?”
“Look, I’m not comfortable talking about this with you.” I put the lid back on my canister and sat it back down. “Come on, let’s work on your form more. You’re gonna break your hand if you don’t fix your wrist.”
“Ugh,” Angelica dragged herself toward me. In some ways she was exactly like Piper. She never liked practicing either. “When am I going to use this? I’m just supposed to wander around and pretend to clean.”
“You only pretend to clean?”
“What?” Angelica’s eyes widened and then she chuckled, “Pfft. What? No. I’m joking. Of course, I clean.” Her eyes slid to the side.
I wasn’t sure I believed her.
Shaking my head, I lifted my hands back up. “Come on, what else do you have to do?”
Throwing her hands up in the air, Angelica shook her head as well. “I guess you’re right.” She swung her arms from side to side and cracked her neck. “Jeez, I haven’t had to put in this much physical effort since that group of baseball players came in last winter solstice.”
I opened my mouth to ask about that comment when my brother came charging through the door.