Proving A Point

Stefan

I don’t know what to do; I walk out of the room and look for my mother. I find her with the guests.

“There you are, you’re late.” Diandra looks at me, and I push her hand off me.

“Not now!” I snap at her and turn to my mother. “I need you.” I walk out, and she follows me.

“What is going on?” She stops me and looks at me, waiting for my answer.

“I think Harlyn is under a spell.”

She laughs at my words.

“Don’t, Mother, I mean it. How do I stop it?” I need to know.

“That would depend. What sort of spell?” She sits on the small sofa and waits for me to explain.

“I don’t know. One where she hates me, especially if I talk, but if I get close to her, if I touch her, it breaks the spell, as long as I don’t speak.”

She looks at me like I’m crazy.

“I mean it, she is like a hurricane, screaming, hitting me, then if I grip her chin and make her focus on me, and I stay quiet, she’s calm and kisses me. Something isn’t right.” I just need to break it; then I can stop this.

“A spell like that