Some Like It Wicked

Lauren Hawkeye Some Like It Wicked

Prologue

Aria’s irritation was a tangible thing as she entered Belladonna, the apothecary that she owned and ran with her twin sister Lorelai. The heat of the paper cups in her hands scalded her skin as the bell hanging above the door jingled merrily.

“What’s wrong?” Her sister’s voice was immediately colored with concern.

Though Aria was certain that not all twins were like Lorelai and herself, the fact remained that they had always been acutely attuned to one another’s moods and thoughts. And no matter how much Aria wasn’t in the mood to talk about it, today was no different.

She tried to school her face into nonchalance as she set the cup of Lorelai’s orange blossom tea and her own triple-shot latte on the counter. From the expression on her sister’s face, she suspected that the effect wasn’t quite what she’d hoped for.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” Denying that she was upset was useless around the woman with whom she’d shared a womb. Lorelai might have been sweeter and softer than Aria, but she could be ruthless when she wanted something. “It’s nothing new, anyway.”

Hoping to change the subject, Aria nodded to the dried chamomile and lavender, the fresh sprigs of rosemary and spearmint. “Are you making more salve?” Wandering to the back room where they prepared their concoctions, Aria inhaled the aroma into her lungs, hoping the familiar scents would relax her a bit.

With the herbal smell, she caught an edge of something else—that burnt sugar smell of magic.

Turning, she raised an eyebrow at her sister. Though Belladonna did indeed provide magical services to those who knew to ask, they never added anything extra to the stock on their shelves.

“Mr. Garrison was in. His arthritis has been bothering him with all of the rain we’ve been having. He asked if there was anything else I could add to the salve to help.”

Aria watched as, flushed, Lorelai spooned the warm salve from the pot into a small tin. Though humans wouldn’t have been able to see it, Aria saw the faint blue glow emanating from her sister’s fingers as she added one final charge of magic to the salve.

“There.” Nodding, Lorelai set the tin aside to cool, then turned back to Aria. “Now. What’s going on?”

“I already told you, I don’t want to talk about it. Don’t be nosy.” Crossing her arms defensively over her chest, Aria tried to glower at her sister. Lorelai simply tapped her foot on the floor with impatience.

“I’m waiting.”

“Fine.” Scowling, Aria raked a hand through the sleek strands of her glossy chestnut hair. It swung back around her chin as if she’d never touched it.

Wondering how to phrase it, she opened her mouth, then closed it again. Wetting her mouth with another sip of coffee, she finally blurted it out.

“I haven’t had sex in almost a year.”

Lorelai’s expression didn’t change as Aria spoke, but Aria thought she caught the faintest flicker in her sister’s eyes.

“I see,” Lorelai spoke slowly, as if she didn’t really see at all. “Uh... I’m sorry?”

Aria couldn’t help but quirk the corners of her lips up in a smirk. “I’m just setting the stage here. Anyway, you know I have a hard time with the men in town.” Her smirk faded as she thought further.

Surely there was one man out there—just one—who wouldn’t be scared of her. It wasn’t as if she was a gorgon, or anything. And any idiot with half a brain knew that a witch was probably a safer bet than a human, bound by the threefold rule—any harm done would be revisited upon herself times three.

And there had been one man—one vampire, to be exact. But Declan Steele, her vampire lover, was long gone, and it was her own damn fault.

She shook her head to clear it of the thought. The past was the past. She just needed a man with enough balls to get her naked, scratch this itch and let her go back to normal life.

“Continue.” Aria was pleased to hear the frost that had entered her sister’s tone, irritation on her behalf. Still, she knew that Lorelai didn’t understand, not fully. They were twins, they made no secret of their magical heritage and they were co-owners of Belladonna, but Lorelai didn’t have quite the same troubles with the locals as Aria did.

Her sister was sweet of nature where Aria was fiery. Lorelai liked to please people, and Aria could not have cared less. Her sister even had the golden good looks of an angel, while Aria frequently changed her hair color and style. She also preferred torn denim, red lipstick and her ancient leather jacket to her twin’s floaty skirts and cardigans.

In other words, she scared the hell out of most people and Lorelai didn’t. And Aria didn’t care, except when it came to sex and men.

“There was a new guy working the espresso machine. Super tall, blond, just a bit of scruff. You know who I’m talking about?”

Lorelai nodded enthusiastically, hitching herself up to sit beside her sister on the counter. “I do. Oh, I do.”

“Yeah. So.” Aria drained her coffee and hesitated. This part stung. “He was into me. I know he was into me. He asked me what I was doing later. Then he asked my name.”

“Uh-oh.” Lorelai bumped her shoulder against her sister’s, and Aria felt the warmth from the touch streak down her arm. It helped...a bit.

“Yeah. I can see the wheels turning. Ding ding ding, he’s flirting with the scary Prescott twin. The witch.” Aria crunched the paper cup in her palm, wishing she was doing it on the idiot’s head. “And this is the worst part. He ran away.”

“He what?” Lorelai turned and looked directly at Aria, disbelief painted over her face.

“You heard me. He ran away. Scurried into the back without another word.” Normally Aria tried to laugh these situations off, but this one had been the straw that broke the camel’s back.

She was hurt. Not because she wanted that guy, specifically, but because she wanted some damn companionship. If it came in the form of some hot, sweaty sex, then so much the better.

She was lonely, damn it. And that was something that she wasn’t going to admit, even to Lorelai.

She saw the sympathy registering on her sister’s face. She really didn’t want to hear it. Lorelai knew better than to give platitudes about how it would all get better, but she still tried to soothe her sister’s hurt.

Aria wanted to hold on to her irritation, illogical as it was.

“Anyway, I just came to bring you your tea, not to cry on your shoulder.” Swinging her legs, Aria lowered herself down off the counter. “If you leave the tins out to cool, I’ll set them out on the shelf in the morning.”

“Aria...” Aria held a hand up, her emerald-green eyes sparking at her sister as Lorelai spoke.

“Please, Lori. Not now.” Her sister knew her well enough not to take offense at her curt tone. “I’m going to head to Harry’s for a few drinks, I think, then head home. Alone, most likely, but at least I’ll have had some beer to soothe the pain.”

Before Lorelai could protest any further, Aria waved her goodbyes and pushed out of the glass door of Belladonna. Yes, she’d head to Harry’s Bar and Grill, have a burger and some beer. And if she headed home alone afterward, she figured she’d rather keep her own company than be stuck with someone as spineless as the idiot from the coffee shop.

* * *

Lorelai watched Aria leave with a pang in her heart. She knew that Aria thought she didn’t understand, but she knew what her sister was feeling better than she’d like to admit.

Lorelai had wanted to be a teacher—specifically, a kindergarten or elementary school teacher. But the way in which parents held their children tight when either she or Aria was around had told her early on that, unless she