2 Kiss My Witch by Amy Boyles

Author:Amy Boyles
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: ladybbugbooks
Published: 2016-08-26T04:00:00+00:00

FOURTEEN

I started to scream, but a hand clamped over my mouth.

"I won't hurt you."

The voice was familiar. I tried to mumble that I wouldn't scream, but it came out as a series of grunts and rumbles.

"What?" the person asked, removing her palm from my mouth.

"I won't scream," I said.

I twisted around to see Margaret Duncan standing in the dim alcove with me. Dark half-moons circled the underbelly of her eyes. Her hair was washed and combed, and her glasses sat righted on her nose. Other than the fact that she was worrying her hands raw, she looked much more lucid than she had earlier this afternoon.

"I'm sorry if I scared you, but I couldn't let anyone see us talking."

"What's so secretive?"

"Things, Dylan. Things." She chewed the knuckles of one hand. Her eyes darted back and forth as if they were gearing up to shoot out of their sockets.

"What things?"

"That man talked to me, but I couldn't say anything. I can't say anything. There's too much to be said, or not enough."

I placed a hand on each of Margaret's shoulders. "Margaret, what's going on?"

"Hard, it's so hard to hear. So hard to think. Difficult to speak. Guilt. So much guilt." Margaret covered her face with trembling hands. "Your parents were such nice people; they were. Your parents."

Why did she keep bringing up my parents? She sobbed into her palms. Great. Now I had to play nice person when it was the last thing I felt like doing. "There, there. It'll be okay." I hoped it sounded sincere. If only I was a better witch, I probably could have pulled a tissue out of my pocket.

Luckily Margaret had her own. She blew her nose until the end became Rudolph red. She sighed and sank against the wall.

"Margaret, is there something you want to tell me?" I asked.

"No talking," she muttered. Her gaze danced around, resting on me and then flitting about to settle elsewhere. "No talking. Shhh. The walls have ears."

I scratched the back of my neck in frustration. "Okay, then. What do you want?"

Margaret rose. She grasped my hand. "Meet me at dawn in the garden. No ears there. No ears."

She scurried off like a rat in the darkness.

I left the alcove, unsure of what had happened. Tension knotted my spine. Tomorrow morning at the crack of dawn I would meet her. Then what? Whose guilt had she been talking about? Her own? Was she the killer? Or did she know who it was? Would she babble on and on about nonsensical things? If she had killed Loretta and confessed to it, then all the witches could leave and my life would get back to normal.

Well, all the witches would leave.

I climbed up the stairs, ready to collapse from fatigue. I opened the door to Reid, sitting on a bed, working on what appeared to be homework.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

She shrugged. "Apparently someone wanted me back instead of at home."

I grimaced. "Guilty." I grinned enthusiastically. She frowned. "I'm guessing you're not too happy about it.

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