A Fine Necromance: A Paranormal Academy Series (A Witch Among Warlocks Book 3) by Lidiya Foxglove

Author:Lidiya Foxglove [Foxglove, Lidiya]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-07-04T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-One

Charlotte

I was having a great time walking past boutiques in the fresh autumn air, considering what to buy to wear for dinner. I couldn’t wait to tell Dad about this date and laugh over the old memories of our camping trip and how he got the hell out of the restaurant. Dad always thought that stuff was hilarious later. But I knew he would appreciate Montague taking me to that same restaurant. So I needed something sexy, but not so sexy that I couldn’t send Dad a photo of us up there.

It was also going to be chilly, so maybe a coat if I could find one.

I stopped at the window of a store that had all sorts of cute things made by local artists, including clothes. They had a print minidress with long sleeves, kind of a 60s boho vibe. Maybe too expensive, but Montague gave me four hundred bucks, so…

“Hey…” the girl at the counter said, definitely noticing my pajama pants. “Looking for something in particular?”

“How much is that dress?” I asked in a breezy tone.

“Three ninety-five.”

“I’ll try it on,” I said. “It’s perfect for my dinner date.”

As I pulled it on over my head, I was madly trying to calculate what the sales tax was. I had like…ten more bucks. So…was it six percent in North Carolina…? Seven?

I’m short either way, huh? Aw, shit. And here I thought I was so cool.

The door jangled open and a second later, the dressing room curtain was ripped right off the bar.

“Gah!” I screamed as I met the eyes of Catherine Caruthers while I was struggling with the zipper.

“You are here,” she said, grabbing my arm.

“Is interrupting me in the dressing room just like, your thing?”

“Ma’am!” the salesgirl said, rushing toward us frantically. “Ma’am, I am calling the—”

Catherine waved a hand and the girl retreated to the counter meekly. “Let me know if you need anything,” she said.

Catherine picked up a vase and threw it on the ground, where it shattered into hundreds of tiny delicate pieces. “Yes,” she said. “Clean that up.”

My mouth fell open. “Wait a minute,” I said. “I thought Ethereals were supposed to be about order. How is that orderly?”

My great-aunt’s nostrils flared, and then she said, “You are right. I let my temper get the best of me.”

Then she advanced on me, flourishing her wand. She looked me over and then moved me aside, searching the dressing room, kicking my clothes out of the way with her heeled boot.

“What are you doing?”

She traced a message on the dressing room mirror with the tip of her wand. I could tell she was writing, but not the words. She tapped the mirror at the end and the words briefly glowed.

Her wand is not here.

My stomach plummeted. That was true. My wand was in my room, under my covers. I had dashed out the door in a hurry and then I didn’t think I’d need it on a trip to the normal world.

I felt really stupid. Really, really stupid.

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