Part 6 (2/2)
”This is silly. He'll know we're talking about him.”
”But he won't know what we're saying. Anyway, have you thought this through?”
It was a strange comment coming from the woman who hardly ever thought things through, but Anica's world had turned topsy-turvy in the past few hours. ”What's to think about? I can't take a life and that's essentially what I'd be doing.”
Lily crossed her arms and leaned against the counter. ”n.o.ble sentiment, sis. But he's smart and he's p.i.s.sed. Plus he's capable of s.h.i.+tty behavior. You changed him into a cat for a reason. What was it?”
Anica told her about Sheila.
”So he's a player.”
”I guess, although I really thought he cared about me.”
Lily rolled her eyes. ”Then he's a polished player, which is worse. No telling how many women he's seduced with that technique. I don't blame you for drawing your wand. I would've been tempted, too.”
”I didn't draw my wand at first. I wouldn't have done anything to him, except when I tried to end the relations.h.i.+p he followed me and kept insisting that he hadn't done anything wrong, even after I laid out his sins in detail. He still wouldn't take no for an answer, and then he grabbed me and tried to kiss me, even after I told him not to.”
Lily threw up her hands. ”I would have wanded him just for that alone! And you want to take a chance on jeopardizing your future by turning this guy loose?”
”Yes.”
”Look, I admit he's pathetic now, but that's always the way. Some guy finally gets what's coming to him, and then everybody feels sorry for the b.a.s.t.a.r.d. I say he'll make a really nice cat, especially after he's neutered.”
”Lily!”
She shrugged. ”I've had a few men in my life that deserved that fate. Don't blame me for wanting to act out a long-cherished fantasy.”
”Jasper is not getting neutered, and no matter what I have to do I'm going to see that he becomes a man again.”
”If the issue is losing your magic, then-”
”It's only a secondary consideration.”
”We could appeal to the Wizard Council, Anica. There are mitigating circ.u.mstances.”
”Not really. I lost my temper and invoked a spell I hadn't researched. I don't care what Jasper did; my reaction was irresponsible. I need to set him free again. That may not even be enough to return my magic powers to me, but I have to do it for his sake.”
”Oh, Zeus's b.a.l.l.s, you're such a Goody Two-shoes! It's nauseating.”
Anica gazed at her sister. ”Please say you'll help me.”
”Yeah, though it pains me, I'll help you. But I want to go on the record as being opposed to this plan.”
Jasper crouched by the closed kitchen door, trying to hear what was being said, but the noise of the blender drowned out most of the conversation. What he did hear made him quiver with dread. He'd distinctly heard Lily say after he's neutered.
He knew they were deciding his fate in there, and he had no idea how it would go. Sometimes Anica seemed to look kindly on him, but Lily was tougher. If she had enough influence over her sister, his a.s.s could be in a sling.
But wait! The computer was still on. They'd left the magic recipe on the screen, and he could memorize it. How he'd mix the ingredients he didn't know, but if they decided not to brew that potion, he wanted the chance to make it himself.
Trotting back to the desk, he hopped on the chair and with a whisk of his paw refreshed the screen. Then he looked at the ingredients. Gross. Anteater pee might be easier to swallow than this junk.
Unfortunately it would take about eight hours to work. That was disappointing. Anica had been able to change him in the blink of an eye, so why couldn't he revert back just as fast? d.a.m.n magic.
Despite the drawbacks of the recipe, he memorized it, anyway, just in case. Anica was right. He was desperate, ready to do whatever he had to in order to become a man again.
He missed everything about his other life-his condo with its king-sized bed, his walk-in shower, his big-screen TV, his ESPN, his Heineken. Anica didn't seem to own a TV. How could someone live without such an essential piece of equipment?
As he committed the potion ingredients to memory, he smelled something putrid coming from the kitchen. They were brewing a potion, all right, but was it the one to change him back or one to permanently seal his fate as a cat? They'd closed him out of the kitchen, so he hadn't been able to watch them make it.
G.o.d, this sucked. And he'd thought his worst nightmare would be a major loss in the commodities market. He looked at the time at the bottom of the computer screen. Still early. n.o.body would miss him at the office for at least another two hours.
He should find a way to remind Anica to call in sick for him. If the potion worked, though, he'd only miss one day. By tomorrow at this time he'd be back in his condo, ready to shower and get himself to the office before the market opened.
Needless to say, he wouldn't stop by the Wicked Brew for his usual latte. But to jump on the El and ride it to work would be heaven. He'd never appreciated how great his life was until it had been ripped from him.
When the kitchen door slid open, Jasper leaped from the desk chair and pretended he'd been lying in the middle of the grungy carpet all along. No use tipping his hand. He'd considered sending out an SOS to one of his buddies, but what the h.e.l.l would he say? I've been turned into a tomcat. Come rescue me.
His friends would laugh and think he'd come up with the most outrageous joke yet. He knew that he had a reputation for being the cool guy who dated the hottest chicks. He was proud of that reputation and didn't want to damage it. Crazy e-mails pleading for help weren't a good idea.
Anica approached him with a bowl. She still wore her terry bathrobe and the turban around her freshly washed hair. Not every woman could carry off that look, but she could, not that he cared. She was no longer a romantic interest. There was a gigantic understatement.
”We have something for you, Jasper,” she said. ”I can't guarantee that it'll turn you back into your normal self, but the information on the Internet site was promising.”
He looked into her eyes and tried to tell if she was lying. He discovered that his cat instincts seemed to detect whether someone was sincerely interested in his welfare or not. Anica gave off sincerity in waves.
The stuff in the bowl smelled like they'd ladled it out of a sewer. Why couldn't a magic potion smell like a bowl of strawberries? You'd think if witches could brew up potions, they could find a way to make them smell good at the same time.
As he was bracing himself for the challenge ahead, someone knocked on the apartment's door. Jasper froze in place. Should he make a break for it if Anica opened the door?
No, that was panic talking. He might have the recipe for the transformation in his head, but he couldn't shop for the ingredients, couldn't use cooking utensils, probably would burn the condo down if he tried to operate the stove.
”I know you're up,” called a voice Jasper recognized. ”I heard you turn on the blender.”
Yikes. It was the woman who'd walked home with Anica while she carried him wrapped in his clothes. It was the woman who had wanted his b.a.l.l.s whacked off. He edged toward the bedroom, where he could take refuge under the bed.
Anica scooped him into her arms before he made it to the hall. ”It's just Miss Shoumatoff,” she said. ”Don't be scared.”
Scared? Nah, he was terrified. Any woman who could speak so casually about turning him into a eunuch was a woman to be avoided at all costs. But Anica held him fast as she walked to the door and unlocked it.
The hateful woman stood in the hallway with a pet carrier in her hand. ”I see you still have that stray.”
”Yes, I do.” Anica scratched gently behind Jasper's ears.
He shouldn't like that, but to his shame he loved it. Ears must be an erogenous zone for a cat. His anxiety level decreased the longer Anica kept up the soft caress.
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