Chapter 46

Jessica didn't say a word. She just weighed the charm in her palm, took a deep breath, and aimed at the wishing well ahead. With more strength than she usually used, she threw it. As expected, it missed. This time, instead of bouncing off and vanishing into the bushes—or worse, knocking over some poor stranger like before—the charm ricocheted and flew straight toward Zachary. It stopped inches from his face before he caught it with a clean grip. "Impressive throw, Ms. Lockman. If I hadn't been quick, I might've just lost my life in the most poetic way possible." His voice was calm but deadpan, delivering the kind of line that hit just the right note between sarcasm and charm. Jessica stared at him, speechless. Nearby, some passersby let out a chuckle. Zachary shot her a look, half-asumed, half dismissive. Then, without so much as aiming, he casually tossed her wish charm toward the well. It landed snugly inside. "Hey, that was my wish!" she barked. "As is mine," he said, walki