“Spirits of wind, slip into the lock and open the way for me,” I chanted. My totem, a tattoo between my breasts of a whirling tornado bound in red ribbon, tingled as the magic raced out of me. My will focused by the totem.
I loved being an air witch.
The cloudy air spirits answered my call. Spirits were all around us. As a witch, I had long learned to ignore the sight of them when I wasn’t casting spells. But now that I unleashed my magic, I focused on them. The air spirits zoomed towards me, creating small breezes in their wake as they rushed towards the padlock on the metal security shutter. The barrier between us and the jewelry. The spirits slipped into the lock.
“That’s it, babies,” I grinned as they flowed into the tiny keyhole. A heartbeat later, the lock clicked. Adrenaline surged through me, my body buzzing with excitement. I loved being a thief. It was such a fun game.
“Awesome, Penny.” Lexie said, beaming at me while wearing the face of Jennifer Aniston. I could only see the highlights of her face and lips from the poor light of a nearby streetlamp. (more…)