A Spell to Die For by Gretchen Galway

Author:Gretchen Galway [Galway, Gretchen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Eton Field

The Protectorate agents let me go home less than an hour later, which made me suspicious. In case they had me under surveillance, I didn’t go to Seth’s to tell him about the short-lived Protector. As a fairy at heart, he had his own ways of finding things out, and the death of the powerful witch would send shock waves through the supernatural community for miles. I told myself I’d already given the changeling every warning I could give.

Because of my stash of wellspring water, I parked the Jeep inside my detached garage—after spending an hour moving aside my worktables, storage boxes, bulk toilet paper, an old bicycle, spare lumber, dirty garden tools—I used the rust for spells—and a rechargeable lawn mower without a working battery.

I’d only lived there a couple of years. How had I already collected so much junk? If anyone looked inside my garage, they’d see immediately what a powerful motive I had to kill Bosko: moving it all would’ve been a nightmare.

With the Jeep safely hidden inside the garage, I walked over to the redwood tree and squatted down near Willy’s door with a bottle I’d filled just for him. He didn’t come out to see me, however, even after I waited awhile and called his name, so I left it propped against the shaggy, massive trunk and went inside the house. When I let Random out a minute later, the bottle was gone.

He’d gone underground. That itself made me more nervous than anything else I’d experienced in the past week.

I wanted to talk to Birdie, but as with Seth, I didn’t want to draw a target on her back. They almost certainly had me under watch. Anything I did inside my house was private, but the moment I interacted outside of it, they’d know.

And so I stayed inside, fretting and casting misleading, ineffective spells in an effort to see into the future. They never worked, but it was impossible not to try sometimes. It was past midnight while I was watching a distorted maybe-future unfold in the steam rising from a whistling teakettle filled with wellspring water when Darius dropped by.

Random loved Darius, and told me my former partner was outside by suddenly rising from his cozy bed near the heater and whining to be let out. I picked up my staff, grateful Bosko hadn’t confiscated it the night before, and opened the door.

He was standing in the driveway ten feet away. “Quite some wards you’ve put up,” he said. “Will you let me into the house, or do we need to talk out here?”

Thumping my staff, I dismissed the spells that kept people from touching my land. “Hi Darius. Come on in.” I was glad to see him. Although he wasn’t always on my side, I trusted him. “Do you have news for me, or should I find a dog sitter for Random because you’re dragging me into custody?”

He came inside, flinching from the screening spell at the threshold and then frowning at the teakettle.

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