"Da" I said, entering my fathers study, un-intimidated by the sense of foreboding he cast to intimidate others. He was poring over various documents, his powerful frame accentuated by the hearth roaring behind him.
"Hello Princess" He said his features relaxing when addressing his daughter. "You want your credit card back I am most certain."
I smiled softly at him. He was a typical McEwan. Always one step ahead of everyone, even his own child… and dressed in an Armani suit on his 'day off'. Not that he worked in the normal sense of the word. You could not exactly have a day off from handling the reigns to the most evil coven in our history.
"I have been so good all week" I smiled
He ran a finger through his salt and pepper hair making it messy and I resisted the urge to neaten it, knowing I would only be reprimanded for such over-attention. "That is only because you haven't had it all week" he muttered, but I saw his small smile a moment before he held a card in his outstretched hand, just as I knew he would.
"Thank you, thank you" I smiled, in my soft as ash voice.
"That is what you say every time this happens." he said as I flicked a strand of hair from my face, and settled my pentagram pendant back in the middle of my neck.
"Oh do be a good little banker and not bore me with small talk" I quipped
"Be off with you Heathen child" he sighed turning his attention back to his papers and book.
"Heathen…. Well I love you too da"
"May the Goddess love you in times you infuriate me" he said as I rattled his cage.
"Oh, but with my powers, she does" I said without mocking and left him to brood.
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Sliding behind the wheel of my car I saw Killian approach and he looked unhappy as he slid in next to me.
"What's up Kill?" I asked pulling on my black driving gloves.
"For my 21st I get an athame. You get a 2 seater Spider. If you weren't my beloved little sister I would wreak havoc on your aura."
I cast him a wry grin. Some people would call Killian a character, or unique, I call him a sarcastic bastard, an arrogant prick, but my favourite person in the world. I loved his quick wit and humour and the audacity of everything he did.
"So where are we headed" he asked without missing a beat as the engine roared to life.
"Well I was headed to Revenge" I said referring to our favourite New York club, for witches "and to grab some food. You tagging along"
"Fancy ruining that delightfully alabaster figure of yours? There's a Grease Spoon on 5th and 2nd and they do the meanest and greasiest burgers and chilli-dogs."
"Like I could ever ruin this figure" I muttered and flicked a shot of magic at him causing him to start. How he managed to bed the amount of woman he did, I would never know. But that was just killian. He was charismatic; I'd give him that. He had even gone so far as to quip he could charm the knickers off a nun. I dismissed it. Must be an Irish thing.