Witching For Joy (Premonition Pointe #3) - Deanna Chase Page 0,65

director released them, she faded back into the worried aunt and walked off without a word.

“Damn,” Joy said to no one in particular. “The talent that woman has is breathtaking.”

“That’s a fact,” Quinn said, standing beside her with his arms folded over his chest. His eyes were narrowed as if he were studying her.

“The way she can turn it on when she needs to, even with everything she’s going through, is inspiring,” Joy added. “I hope someday I can be even half as good as she is.”

He glanced over at her. “You’re already great, Joy. There’s no need to compare yourself to Carly. She’s an excellent actress, but acting isn’t everything.”

Joy frowned at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing.” He shrugged and then gave her a smirk. “Just that everyone has their own gifts.” He walked off, leaving her staring after him, feeling uneasy.

It wasn’t so much what he’d said, but how he’d said it that made her think Quinn might have a problem with Carly. But why? She couldn’t for the life of her come up with one single reason. The wind picked up and chilled her as she made her way back to her trailer. Just as she was about to enter, she heard Prissy’s high-pitched voice behind her.

“Hey, Joy.”

Joy suppressed a groan and turned around. “Prissy. What’s going on? Are you feeling better?”

“Yes. No thanks to you. I puked my guts up for five days straight.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, but I’m not sure why it’s my fault,” Joy said.

“Don’t think I don’t know that you retaliated against me just because I pulled a few pranks on you,” she said with a sniff. When she spoke again, her voice was full of venom. “So what if you got a little bit of acne or a sore throat? You don’t spike your coworker’s lunch with enough hexing pills to almost send her to the ER.”

“I didn’t do that,” Joy said coldly. “You’re the one who tried to make me sick. If I were you, I’d start looking around at who else I’d managed to piss off. But leave me out of it.” She spun around, stalked into her trailer, and slammed the door behind her, determined to never give Prissy another second of her time.

“Hello, Joy.”

Joy let out a gasp and nearly jumped right out of her skin when she spotted Quinn standing just to the left side of the door. “Holy hell, Quinn. What are you doing here? You scared the life out of me.”

“Not yet.” His lips curved into a diabolical smile. “But there’s still time.”

She took a step back, intending to bolt from the trailer, but she was too late. He flung a handful of white powder in her face, and she lost consciousness as she crumbled to the ground.

The pounding in Joy’s head was a steady beat that matched the rhythm of her heartbeat. Her back ached, and when she tried to roll over, something stopped her. She blinked, trying to clear away her blurry vision, and groaned when her stomach turned.

“Finally. Wake up, you lazy witch,” someone growled.

“Who’s that?” Joy asked, still trying and failing to focus.

“Who do you think it is?” Footsteps reverberated through the room until she felt the dip of the mattress.

The scent of ocean and pine washed over her. “Quinn?” she croaked out. “What happened?”

“You practically overdosed on a crushed sleeping pill. For god’s sake, do you have zero tolerance to pharmaceuticals?”

“Pretty much.” Joy wasn’t a fan of anything that wasn’t herbal and avoided it at all costs.

“Wake up. We have work to do,” he ordered. The footsteps started again, the noise sending her headache into full-blown migraine territory.

“Stop, please,” she begged. “My head is killing me.”

“That’s because you hit it on the counter on the way down. I have never seen such a lightweight in my entire life. You’ll never make it in Hollywood. Someone would slip you a Mickey, and that would be the end of you. If I hadn’t been there today and given you a taste of coke, who knows how long you’d have been out? Maybe even never woke up. It’s sad really.”

Mickey? Coke? Quinn had drugged her? She tried to sit upright but was tugged back down, and that’s when she realized her hands were tied to the headboard and her ankles were tied together. There was no way she was going anywhere. She continued to blink rapidly until her vision finally cleared, and then she narrowed her gaze on Quinn, who was