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BOOK 1: WITCH IN CHARM’S WAY
By R.K. Dreaming
***
The next day I awoke with a groan. My head was throbbing. The
chill had given me a headache. Yesterday evening my dreams of hot
chocolate with oodles of cream and a warm bed and a roaring fire
had not materialised.
The castle had no electricity and no light switches. I had spent
ten minutes feeling around for one before giving up. It had been so
dark it had been all I could do to stumble around until I had found a
room with a couch for me to collapse into. And that was where I had
fallen asleep.
I knew the moment I awoke that something was wrong. Opening
one bleary eye, the first thing I registered was that it was light now.
I was in what appeared to be a lounge.
A window was nearby. A very pleasant square of warm sunlight
was streaming through it. Part of it had landed on my out-flung
hand.
With a yelp of pain, I flung myself away from it and landed in an
ungainly heap on the floor.
“Ouch, ouch, ouch,” I moaned.
Darn it! The entire back of my hand was red and throbbing and
the skin had blistered.
Retreating to a dark corner of the room far from the window, I
unzipped my backpack and found a large tube of antiseptic numbing
cream. I applied it generously and was glad for the mild numbing
effect.
A potion would have been better, but I had never had enough
magic to learn to brew potions back when I’d been in school. I had
concentrated on academics instead of magic. Much good that was
doing me now.
I got out some sunblock and started slathering it all over myself.
As I was doing so, I became aware of the other thing that was
wrong. It was a noise.
A banging and a clanging was coming from somewhere inside
the castle. Was it the ghosts? Were they coming for me?
I really did not feel up to facing an audience with them. Or a
confrontation more like.
Everyone in town knew of the seven ghosts of the Black Tower.
Manor House had several towers. The main ones were North, South,
and Black.
The ghosts of Black Tower were rumoured to be vicious. It was
said they were poltergeists, which meant they would actually be able
to do me physical harm.
I looked around for a weapon and my eyes landed on a poker
beside the fireplace. Then I laughed quietly at myself. A poker
wasn’t likely to do me much good against ghosts.
Still wary of the sunlight, I draped my scarf low over my face and
tucked my hands inside my sleeves.
I dug my wand out of my pocket and I ventured out into the
hallway.
I was going to have to confront them and tell them that I had
every right to be here and they were just going to have to put up
with me, like I would have to put up with them. I had nowhere else
to go. And I wouldn’t be here long.
I navigated the maze-like old stone passageways of the castle,
following that clanging noise, until I reached the source. The noise
was coming from behind a stout wooden door. And so was a mouth-
watering aroma that made my stomach growl.
The door was shut. I screwed up my courage and opened it. And
was astonished.
The noisemaker was a woman. A stout woman with a big
bottom, which was pretty much all I could see of her since she was
bent over the oven. From that incredibly delicious smell, she was
taking a freshly baked cake out of it.
But what the heck was some woman doing in my castle?
I surprised myself with this thought. It seemed I was feeling
possessive of the castle already. I hadn’t really wanted it. But if
some Hardwick woman thought she was going to steal it away from
me, she had another think coming!
Not wanting to startle her into burning herself, I waited until she
had placed the hot cake tin onto the counter. And then I cleared my
throat.
She turned.
She took a look at me and I took a look at her and we both
screamed.
***
A half hour later, after we had both had a chance to calm down, she
handed me my second slice of cake and my third cup of tea.
“Why on earth you had to change your lovely hair, I’ll never
understand,” she was saying.
As I had never met her before, I was surprised how sad she was
about my hair.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to make you some brunch,
dear?” she said.
I shook my head, though I was famished from a week of near
starvation. Brunch would have been wonderful, but I didn’t want to
burden her.
I’d already had a delicious slice of the most incredible rich
chocolate fudge cake I had ever eaten in my life, served with a
generous dollop of clotted cream, but it had not even made a dent in
my appetite. My hunger was like a yawning chasm that had opened
up inside me that no food could quench.
I couldn’t stop staring at her in her flowing purple robes. I had
thought she was a woman because she had dressed herself up as
one.
And she was a woman of course, just not a living one.
It seemed that my Great Aunt Adele had not passed over and
had remained in this world as a poltergeist.
I simply could not understand it. Surely she should have crossed
over to join her husband, who by all accounts she had loved very
much.
Neither could I fathom why she was wearing robes and a wig and
that ridiculous powder on her face and a pair of sunglasses so large
that they put my own ones to shame.
She had taken the sunglasses off now. Where her eyes ought to
be was a hole in her makeup. A pair of transparent greyish ghostly
eyes were peering out. To say it was weird was an understatement,
and that was with me knowing what I was looking at.
Any Humble who saw them would have a heart attack.
“Why are you dressed like that, Aunt Adele?” I asked her.
“Because life goes on, even after death,” she said cheerfully.
“But...” I hesitated, wondering how to phrase this delicately. “But
I thought you loved Uncle Alaric. Didn’t you want to pass over to join
him?”
She got an upset look on her face. Even with the layer of thickly
smeared makeup, I could tell.
“Sorry!” I said quickly. “I didn’t mean to pry.”
She nodded and started to furiously beat up a bowl of heavy
cream with her whisk. I was glad that I wasn’t the cream.
The thing was that the love story of Great Aunt Adele and Great
Uncle Alaric was part of our family lore. It was a great big family
scandal in fact.
Great Aunt Adele was Granny Selma’s younger sister. Much
younger. She had defied her family, the Westbrims, and run off with
Alaric Hardwick. A Hardwick of all things. As far as Granny Selma
had been concerned, her sister had run off with a mortal enemy.
I didn’t blame Great Aunt Adele. It was the effect of our family’s
fairy-tale curse after all.
But her family had disowned her. His hadn’t been too pleased
with him either.
Granny Selma had never spoken to her again. And that was why
I had never met Great Aunt Adele in her lifetime, though we had
both lived in the same small town for the first eighteen years of my
life.
She had been in her sixties when she passed away. With her
plump pleasant face and hair in a neat bun, she probably looked the
same as she had done when alive. I wouldn’t know. The last time I
had seen her had been from afar, and that had been nearly twenty
years ago.
“Is it okay for me to be here?” I asked.
“I suppose we’ll have to rub along,” she said absent-mindedly.
She was scraping vanilla seeds from their pods into the cream. It
already smelled heavenly.
“Why did you leave me this place in your will, Aunt Adele?” I
asked her.
“Better you than the others,” she said. “I suppose I had an
inkling I might stay on. And I hardly expected you to actually come
back right now, dear. Everyone knew you’d gone off to London for
good!”
She looked at me a bit accusingly.
“Sorry,” I said. “Things didn’t turn out quite as I had planned. But
I won’t be here for long.”
I left it vague. The last thing I wanted was a ghost hovering
around who was going to guess my secret.
She opened her mouth, undoubtedly to ask me to clarify my
plans, but I was saved by a banging from somewhere outside.
Aunt Adele’s face lit up. “They’re here!” she cried out in delight.
“Who?” I said, feeling a bit alarmed.
I turned my ear towards where the banging was coming from. It
sounded like a fist pounding on glass. I stood up to flee. The last
thing I needed was to be seen by a bunch of enemy Hardwicks.
“Customers!” she trilled.
“Customers?”
“Well, who did you think I was baking all these cakes for, dear?”
she said. “Everyone always loved my cakes. I’ve decided to keep my
café open.”
My mouth dropped open. “But... but...”
I didn’t know what to say. Aunt Adele had run a café called Dele’s
Delights out of the castle during her lifetime, named so by her
adoring husband.
She’d been particularly gifted at kitchen magic, and my cousins
and I had always been envious when our school friends had told us
of all the delicious things they had eaten at Aunt Adele’s café, which
we were forbidden to visit.
“The tourists are going to love it!” she said gleefully.
Tourists! So that was why she was wearing that ridiculous stuff.
She was trying to pass herself off as being alive for the sake of the
Humbles!
“Although I suppose there won’t be many of them here now it’s
gotten so cold,” she said regretfully.
She did not seem to care that revealing her ghostly self was the
same as revealing magic to Humbles, which was a breach of the
International Magical Secrecy Pact.
And now she was dead, it was me who’d be getting into trouble
for it!
She slapped a big floppy-brimmed witch’s hat over her head and
floated towards the door. I snatched up her forgotten sunglasses and
raced after her.
“Wait!” I cried out. “I’ll let them in. You can stay in the kitchen
until we, er, perfect your disguise.”
She halted and looked thoughtfully at me. Spotting her
sunglasses in my hand, she looked a little contrite.
“I suppose that might be a good idea. You may as well put
yourself to some use. Off you pop!”
Humming to herself, she returned to the oven. I opened the
second door she had been about to go through and flinched.
On the other side was Dele’s Delights Café, and it was in a glass
conservatory!
The large glass structure was attached to the castle and outside
it I could see one of the castle gardens. I gazed out at all that glass
in dismay. I was glad to see the sky outside was overcast and grey.
I winced as I stepped forward into the milky light. Immediately I
felt a tingling burning on my face and hands that made me feel itchy
all over.
My sunblock might be holding up for now, but my every instinct
told me to run away. But I couldn’t. The people outside the café had
already spotted me through the glass. One of them was waving at
me.
I made my way to the café door. Through the frosted glass, I
made out a group of five people standing outside. When I let them
in I was pleased to see that they were not Humbles.
Brimstone Bay was the only entirely magical and eldritch town in
all of England. The only Humbles we got were tourists.
These were young locals. I recognised a couple of them,
especially since one of them was fairly famous here.
He was the dhampire Oberon Maltei Junior, a daywalker.
I recognised him by his distinctive widow’s peak, that dark hair
and those intense green eyes. The last time I had seen him he must
have been only seven or eight. It was so odd to see him all grown
up, a man now.
I didn’t know how I felt about his arrival. Seeing him put me a
little on edge. And not for the reasons you would think.
Vampires didn’t have the best of reputations, not even here in
Brimstone Bay. Oberon’s dad was the vampire patriarch Oberon
Maltei Senior, one of Brimstone Bay’s wealthiest and most important
residents. A charming billionaire and a ladies’ man, and yet highly
feared by many.
Despite who his father was, as a kid little Oberon Junior the
dhampire had always been playful and cute and well liked in town.
He hadn’t bitten a single soul, not even in nursery school, so they
said.
He had clearly grown up to be an affable adult too, going by the
warm smile he offered me as he led the way in.
“Oh good, you’re open!” he exclaimed. “I’ve missed Dele’s cakes.”
His friends followed him in. Two guys, two girls, all very pretty
people. I bet at school they had been a popular bunch.
The quintet were pink-cheeked from the outdoors, as if they had
hiked up the cliff-side to get here from the beach. The castle stood
near a cliff edge that overlooked Brimstone Bay Beach below.
The other one I had recognised was Lorcan Hardwick. He had
been the little golden haired kid always running around with Oberon
back then. He was little no more. He looked very much like his big
sister, who I’d had the great misfortune of being in school with.
Lorcan had a surprised expression on his face as he scrutinised
me. I had got rid of my scarf in the warmth of the kitchen, and so
my face was on show. He hadn’t recognised me for a Westbrim
though, or he wouldn’t be looking me up and down in that not too
unflattering manner.
A bit appreciatively, I thought. I didn’t know whether I was
offended or amused.
He wouldn’t have been looking at me like that a week ago. The
single positive side effect of my new unwanted condition was that it
had increased my metabolism to the point that I, who had been
more than a little plump my whole life, had lost an impossible
number of pounds this past week.
My first glimpse of my newly svelte self in the mirror had been a
shock. That was another thing I was glad of — still having a
reflection. The loss of it would have been very difficult to explain.
Lorcan Hardwick’s momentary appreciation was better than his
displeasure, I supposed. Any Hardwick was going to be furious about
me inheriting Manor House. Clearly he did not know that little
nugget yet.
I showed the five to a table, handed them some menus, and
retreated to a blissfully shady spot behind the counter.
As they enthusiastically considered their choices, I considered
them. I was glad to see they were taking more interest in their food
options than in me.
The three others in their group were unfamiliar to me, which
wasn’t surprising given how long I’d been away.
My instinct for species told me that two of them were baena – an
incubus and succubus. The shade of their blond hair was an exact
match and their long, elegant faces were very similar. I figured they
must be siblings. This was confirmed when I overheard Oberon
referring to them as twins.
The last one in the group was one of the most gorgeous girls I
had ever seen in my life. Blond hair so pale it was almost silver, big
eyes so blue that they were almost purple, rosy cheeks and a
rosebud mouth and a figure to die for. She was much prettier than
the succubus, which was saying something, and yet she didn’t seem
to be a succubus herself as far as I could tell.
Even so, all three of the guys she was with could barely keep
their eyes off her. But she had eyes only for the menu.
She leaned towards Oberon as he told her which were his
favourite desserts.
Lorcan Hardwick and the incubus watched them with obvious
jealousy. The incubus looked like he wished he could use his Allure
on the gorgeous girl, but that would have been beyond rude.
Allure was a magical gift that baena were born with, which they
could use to make them irresistibly attractive to other beings. It was
for use on prey, not on friends.
Lorcan watched the girl and vented his frustrations by
absentmindedly shredding a flyer in his hands.
The flyer was one of the posters for the new opening of the café
that Aunt Adele had distributed around the place.
She had put fresh flowers on each table too, and white
tablecloths. Overhead she had created a chandelier of pastel
balloons from which streaming ribbons were gently dangling. It was
a shame the place was almost empty.
For her, not for me. I was glad of it.
When I went to take their orders, they asked for a vanilla
millefeuille, a slice of passion and white chocolate mousse cake, and
two slices of the baked vanilla cheesecake.
“With the special berry compote,” the gorgeous girl said, looking
at me anxiously to make sure I had heard this part.
I smiled, and reassured her I would bring the compote. It had
Aunt Adele’s famous Perk-Me-Up Potion syrup in it.
“Oh good!” she said, bouncing a little in her seat. “This guy has
been telling me about it all morning!” She playfully patted Oberon’s
forearm, and he grinned adoringly.
Oberon ordered the double chocolate fudge cake for himself. The
same one that I had just had for brunch myself.
“Good choice,” I said.
“Hey, you’re Esme Westbrim, aren’t you?” he said.
My smile went rigid. Darn it. How the heck did he know and why
did he have to say it out loud?
I shrugged, not wanting to confirm it.
Lorcan Hardwick’s head had whipped around to look at me, and
narrowed when he saw me shrug. He glared at my hair, as if I had
dyed it on purpose to mislead him.
Oberon had not noticed my change of mood. He was looking at
Aunt Adele’s decorations with appreciation.
“So you inherited the place from Dele, huh?” he said. “Good for
you.”
Lorcan looked astonished, and then very annoyed. Oberon
noticed. He burst into laughter and then punched Lorcan good-
naturedly on the arm.
“I bet you wanted it yourself, didn’t you buddy?” he said. “But
you can hardly blame the old bird for leaving it to her own family.”
He turned to me, “Lorcan is—”
“I know,” I said. “Alaric Hardwick was his great uncle.”
Lorcan had been related to Aunt Adele’s husband in the same
way that I was related to Aunt Adele.
“Maybe if the old man had outlasted his wife, he would have left
the crumbling old pile to Lorcan, huh?” said Oberon. “Lorcan always
was his favourite.”
Oberon’s eyes crinkled with mirth as he contemplated the sour
expression on his friend’s face.
“Ha ha,” said Lorcan, not smiling.
“Chill out,” said Oberon. “It’s not like you need it.”
He turned to me suddenly. “Not that I’m implying you need it
either.”
As if calling a person poor was the worst thing you could call
them. I had been poor for many years of my life. That’s what
happened when you left home at eighteen with no real life-skills. I
refused to be ashamed of it.
I shrugged.
Oberon extended his hand for me to shake. “I’m—”
“Oberon Maltei Junior,” I said. “I know.”
It seemed I remembered rather more about this town than I
thought I did.
“You can leave Brimstone Bay but the bay never leaves you,”
Oberon said with a warm smile.
His hand that I was shaking was warm too. Warmer than mine
anyhow. Funny, since he was the vampire.
I quickly pulled my hand away. The sunlight seemed to not affect
him at all, I noted enviously.
Maybe it was a dhampire thing, I thought, to have warm blood
pumping through their veins. They were incredibly rare. I had never
met another, let alone shook their hand.
The long-faced succubus was looking at me and Oberon with
pursed lips as if she didn’t like our banter. Not that she had any
reason to be worried for her girl-friend. Oberon clearly only had eyes
for the gorgeous girl, who Oberon promptly told me was called Lily
Silverswift.
He introduced the baena twins too. They were Petra and Paulo
Ambers. I nodded in recognition. The Ambers were a quite
prominent baena family in the town.
“I’m hungry,” Petra complained, and glared at me in a way that
made it clear that she expected me to be a good little waitress and
scurry off to get her cakes.
There was no need for me to do this since Aunt Adele must have
been spying on us. She now swept into the café carrying an
enormous tray heaving under the weight of the cakes and an
enormous tea pot and cups.
The girls exclaimed appreciatively over the cakes, and Lily even
clapped her hands when she saw the little jugs of winter berry
compote. This put a big smile on Aunt Adele’s face.
I helped her unload everything onto the table, while Oberon
grinned unashamedly at Aunt Adele’s disguise.
“If you hadn’t floated in,” he teased her, “I’d have thought you
were alive for sure.”
“Shut up, Oberon,” said Lorcan.
Oberon reached out to pat Aunt Adele’s hand, and did not flinch
from the icy blast of cold he must have felt. He winked at her.
“I never dared tell you this when you were alive because Lorcan
would’ve thought I was going after his granny, but these purple
robes of yours always were my favourite. You look as delicious as
these cakes!”
She pinched his cheek fondly. “Oberon Junior, you always were a
cheeky little rascal!”
She poured them all cups of steaming hot tea, and poured me a
cup too. “I’ve brought you a slice of the red velvet cake to try,” she
said, placing it in front of an empty chair at the table.
I shook my head. “I’ll eat it in the kitchen,” I told her lightly,
wanting to scurry away from the unpleasant burn of the sunlight and
trying to hide it. “These guys didn’t come here to eat with me.”
And more importantly, I didn’t much want to eat with them. I had
secrets to hide where sharp eyes would not notice them, especially a
dhampire’s.
But Oberon insisted on my joining them, and I found myself
acquiescing. Maybe I would learn something from him. Like what
ambient magic he’d been born with that made him not shrivel into a
pile of sunburnt blisters.
I was surprised how pleasant their company turned out to be.
After she had eaten her cake, even Petra Ambers lightened up.
The five happily told me about themselves. Oberon, Lorcan, Petra
and Paolo had known each other their whole lives, and took much
pleasure in ribbing each other. Much of their chatter was about how
things in town were looking up now that the new mayor had been
elected. Mayor Blaze had promised improvements. They were
especially looking forward to this year’s winter festivities.
I bit my tongue. Antioch Blaze, the new mayor, was not someone
I admired. The quicker his term was over, the better in my opinion.
Lily and I exchanged a glance. I had a feeling she was thinking
the same.
She rolled her eyes at her friends. “Gosh, guys,” she said. “Just
because Antioch Blaze is famous, there’s no need to be drooling over
him.”
I took a sip of tea to disguise my smile. She might be the
youngest, but she had her head screwed on straight.
It turned out the lovely Lily Silverswift was new to town and was
a witch.
I was a bit taken aback by this news. Witches did not date
vampires. It was not approved of. And clearly she had something
going on with Oberon.
She eyed me up to see whether I was judging her, and I quickly
gave her a smile. Because who was I to judge? She seemed to relax.
“Is it true you have pink Magicwild hair?” she asked wistfully,
looking at my brunette locks as if she wished I would change them
back so that she could see.
The Magicwild was the world from which all magic came, an
incredible place of great fascination to us witches and wizards. It
was very difficult to get to, needing powerful magic to cross through
the ether into it.
“It’s true,” I said.
“Wow! I was always so curious about Brimstone Bay,” she said.
Her high voice was a silvery as her name. It reminded me a little of
a ringing bell. “Mum and dad preferred to take us to Magicwild
Market in London when we needed to buy things, and we always
holidayed abroad, so they never brought me here when I was little.
So me and my friends came together this summer. I loved it so
much I ended up staying!”
She spoke all in a rush, and I could see now that she was barely
twenty. It seemed practically a baby to me now that I was past the
wrong side of thirty-five, as my mum liked to say.
“Speaking of your friends...” said Oberon darkly. He was looking
towards the café door.
Lily looked in that direction and her face fell.
“What is he doing here?” she said, sounding upset.
Outside, a young man was walking down the path towards the
café. She stood up and rushed to intercept him, but he had already
opened the door and come in.
I took him in with a single glance, and quietly asked,
“Werewolf?” to Oberon.
He nodded.
I was relieved, because at least I wouldn’t have to persuade Aunt
Adele to leave. She looked like she was having far too much fun
watching Oberon and friends to be persuaded to go quietly.
Oberon’s eyes were fixed on Lily and the newcomer, who were
whispering furiously at each other over by the door. Lily was trying
to push the guy out but he was refusing to leave.
Oberon looked envious.
I hardly thought that Oberon had anything to worry about. The
dhampire was classically handsome with his dark hair and jewel
bright eyes. The new guy was only averagely good looking in a
rough and rugged way. His shaggy brown hair could have done with
a cut.
“Who is he?” I asked Oberon.
“Her ex,” he said shortly. “James.”
Oberon, Lorcan and Paolo all looked annoyed at this James. Even
Petra was watching the arguing couple with narrowed eyes.
“Stupid git,” she muttered. “Can’t he take a hint? Trying to drag
her home as if she was a piece of meat.”
“Why did they break up?” I asked curiously.
“She came here and found someone better,” said Petra, her eyes
flicking to Oberon. “James left, but I’m not surprised he’s come
back. She always did say he was too possessive.”
The new guy James had taken a very firm grip on Lily’s arm and
was trying to drag her out of the café, but she was refusing to go.
Oberon rose to his feet, anger on his face.
“You stay right where you are,” said Aunt Adele anxiously. “I
won’t tolerate fisticuffs in my café.”
Oberon did not sit down. He looked torn, like he hated seeing
James’s hands on Lily but he wasn’t too sure whether Lily would
want him to intercede.
“Go!” Lily was yelling now. “I don’t care if you’ve got nowhere to
stay. You shouldn’t have come.”
“Don’t mess me around Lily,” shouted James, his face red. “Stop
being a stupid brat or I’ll—”
“You’ll what?”
She shoved him hard on the chest. He was a big guy and it didn’t
do more than make him take a single step backwards.
“Get lost! You can sleep on the damn beach with your stupid
cats!” she yelled. “I don’t want you here.”
“You’re not staying,” he snarled. “I won’t let you.”
His hand tightened around her wrist. She yelped. He wrenched
open the door and started dragging her out.
Oberon moved fast towards them. I ran after him. The look on
his face alarmed me. He looked like he was going to kill someone
and no way was I going to let him make that kind of mistake.
But Oberon was a vampire and faster than me. He was nearly at
James. His hands reached for James’s throat. He snarled. I saw his
fangs. And the next thing I knew, I had whipped my wand out and
there was a blast.
Glass smashed. Lily screamed. James went flying out of the now
shattered café door.
Looking stunned, he picked himself up. His eyes were black with
anger. He was holding his chest. He pointed a shaking finger at me.
“You,” he snarled. “You don’t know what you’re messing with!”
“Go away James!” Lily screamed, her voice high with panic.
James’s eyes dropped to my wand, and his gaze turned wary.
Then he looked at Lily almost accusingly.
“Stay here in this stupid place then,” he yelled furiously. “You’ll
regret it!”
He stalked off.
“You crazy witch!” Lily screamed at me. “What the heck is wrong
with you?”
I wanted to explain that I’d been trying to help, but my mouth
was gaping open. I was flabbergasted by what I’d done.
“Don’t you even think about it, young lady!” said Aunt Adele to
Lily.
Because Lily had her own wand in her hand now and she was
pointing it at me.
“How would you like it if I did that to you?” she screeched.
I took a step back. I didn’t even know how I’d done it. I hadn’t
meant to. Never in my wildest dreams had it occurred to me that
that might happen.
She stabbed her wand towards me, her mouth opening to say an
incantation to hex or curse me.
I lifted my wand too, but I knew there was nothing I could do. I
couldn’t repeat what I had done. I didn’t know how. I was lucky no
one had been hurt.
Lily’s fierce look hardened to resolution. I braced to leap out of
the way.
Aunt Adele plucked Lily’s wand out of her hand. The girl cried out
in anger and wrenched her wand back. She screamed then, because
it broke.
Looking on the verge of tears, she turned tail and chased James
out of the café.
Her friends all followed her.
I wish I could say that was the last I saw of her but it was not.
“That poor girl,” said Aunt Adele. “I’ll have to pay to get her a
new wand. I do hope they come back.”
“It wasn’t your fault,” I said. “You didn’t break it.”
***
Oberon and friends were the only visitors who came to the café that
day, much to Aunt Adele’s disappointment.
After dark she hung up the closed sign on the café and took me
up to the South Tower. She made a room up for me, putting fresh
sheets on the bed and lighting scented candles and fussing while I
unpacked my meagre belongings.
“You’ll get some privacy here,” she said. “My room is in the North
Tower so you’ll not find me over this way much.”
Before I went to bed that evening, she admonished me for
staying indoors all day, and said that I had better go into town
tomorrow and hand out some of her flyers. She had not gone to all
this trouble to reopen the café for nothing.
I didn’t much feel like explaining to her why I had no intention of
going out in the daytime so I kept quiet. She went to bed after
feeding me a delicious dinner for which I was most grateful, and I
went to bed too.
Instead of going up to my tower, I ended up snuggling in the
couch in the lounge, tucked into a warm blanket before the roaring
fire, sipping at the cup of hot cocoa I had been craving.
I found myself vaguely thinking that maybe life in Brimstone Bay
could be good for me. I would not have to live with my family
anymore. It was lovely here with Aunt Adele. If only I could find a
way to keep my secret.
I let myself indulge in that train of thought for a little while
before putting a stop to it.
No, no, no, I told myself.
Brimstone Bay was the most dangerous place in the world for
someone like me. A town full of witches and wizards? I’d be lucky to
last a week.
I was here to find a cure, and please Goddess let there be one.
And then I was going straight back to London. I was going to
charge into the apartment and pack up all of my worldly belongings,
and half of Drew’s most precious things too, just to spite him. Like
that noisy golden cuckoo clock on the mantelpiece that I always
hated, but which he insisted was a family heirloom.
While I did it, I would shout and rage at the top of my voice,
because if there was one thing that Drew hated it was for his posh
neighbours to know his business.
And then I would yell, “In your face, Drew Barrington-
Cholmondeley the Second, husband of three weeks and total creep!
I never wanted to marry you and your stupid name anyway!” and
drive away into the sunset with a sense of dignity and a fake fist-
pump of victory.
Except I couldn’t drive. I’d never needed to in London with its
excellent public transport system.
I’d worked from home most of the time anyway, as a real-life
crime mystery blog writer, earning just enough to get by. Having a
car in London had been too expensive for my budget. After moving
in with Drew I’d insisted on paying my fair share, so almost all of my
earnings had gone towards the bills for his expensive apartment.
Gosh that was lame. I wasn’t even going to be able to drive off
into the sunset under my own steam.
But this was a fantasy dammit, and I would darn well drive off in
it if I wanted to.
Heck, if I was going to daydream about the impossible, I would
etherhop away with a wave of my wand. And then I’d etherhop back
to see the shock and astonishment on Drew and Sarah’s stupid
faces. And then I would point my wand at them and...
No, no, I would never do that.
Not even in my imagination. That way lay the slippery slope. I
hated witches who resorted to using magic on Humbles. And I had
known more than a few of that kind growing up in Brimstone Bay.
I tried to drop off in my arm chair but my thoughts plagued me.
I tossed and turned for hours. The fire was dying down and it was
growing chill. Outside the night was calling to me and my body did
not want to sleep. It was a long time before I dropped off.
I woke up several times to noises. Sometimes noises that I
hoped were just the old castle settling in the dark. Sometimes the
noises of what Aunt Adele had told me were the fairies and gnomes
making war in the garden. One time it was definitely the sounds of a
person moving around, but when I went to investigate, wand
uselessly but firmly clenched in my hand, it turned out to be Aunt
Adele humming to herself and shifting crates of stuff around in the
garden. It seemed I wasn’t the only one who couldn’t sleep, not that
ghosts really slept as far as I was aware. Their rest was of a
different sort.
Determined to stick to a night-time sleeping routine, I returned
to my armchair and firmly closed my eyes.
The next time I woke, something cold was nuzzling my nose. I
gave a yelp of fright when I saw two shiny green eyes looking at me
in the semi-darkness. It was a moment before I realised who it was
and I chuckled.
“Captain Villain, is that you?”
He meowed as if to say, ‘Of course it is me, you fool of a witch.’
Captain Villain had been my favourite of the cats in Kitten Cove
when I was young. I had named him Captain Villain because he was
always turning up wherever there was a spot of trouble.
“Gosh, I’m glad you’re still alive,” I murmured. “You must be
pretty old now huh, fella?”
He made an almost snorting sound as if to tell me he most
certainly was not old.
I stroked his silky black fur. He was almost indistinguishable from
the darkness.
He was perched on the back of the couch. When he patted my
cheek with his paw I felt a smear of wetness left behind. I knew
what it was immediately. I could smell it. That sharp iron tang.
I sat bolt upright. I didn’t want to smell it. My stomach roiled. No
actually it growled. Loudly.
“Darn it,” I said to him quietly. “How did you get that stuff on
you? You know I’m going to have to wash it off, don’t you?”
I lifted him up gingerly, not wanting to get any of the stuff on
myself, and carried him out to the garden to hose him down, though
I knew he would hate that.
And that was when I saw Lily Silverswift again. Only this time she
was no longer alive.
3. The Special Agent & The
Werewolf