B is for Boline: The A B C's of Witchery (Moonbeam Chronicles: Book One 2) by Carolina Mac

Author:Carolina Mac [Mac, Carolina]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-06-12T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Sunday, October 25th.

Alligator Alley.

Sunday was officially my day off. The police station was closed. Any calls that came in would come straight to me, and if I needed assistance, I would call Littlebear at home.

He lived with his mother, Fawn and his father, Big Bear, and seven brothers and sisters.

I rolled over in bed and my skin prickled. Something wasn’t right. What was it? Sitting on the side of my bed—mine and Sonny’s—I tried to wake up and figure out what was wrong.

The house was too quiet. Way too quiet. Pete jumped up off his bed next to mine and stood at my closed bedroom door waiting to go out. “I’m coming.”

I shrugged on a silky robe, tied the belt around my waist and opened the bedroom door. Pete ran down the hall towards the front door wanting out. Rufin and Ardal were both snoring in the bedroom next to mine.

Moonbeam was always the first one up. She made coffee and biscuits and did all kinds of things in the kitchen while we were still asleep, but she wasn’t up. Today the house was as silent as a tomb.

Is she sick?

I tapped twice lightly on her bedroom door and she didn’t answer. Afraid to turn the knob and look in, I sucked in a big gulp of oxygen and went for it.

Moonbeam lay in her bed, the covers barely disturbed. Lying completely still, Moon looked peaceful enough. Maybe she was just extra tired. Magnolia’s visit took a lot out of her.

I moved closer to make sure she was breathing and she was. Barely. I had to lean down and listen to make sure.

“Moon.” I touched her arm. “Are you okay?”

She never moved when I touched her. Pete shoved in closer beside me and licked her arm and she didn’t flinch. Something was definitely wrong.

I ran into the little bedroom Ruf and Ardal were sharing and touched Rufin’s arm. He sat bolt upright and stared at me still asleep. Taking his hand, I said, “Ruf, there’s something wrong with Moonbeam. I can’t wake her up.”

“Maybe she’s tired.”

“Nope. I don’t think so.”

“Let me get clothes on.”

I’d rather you didn’t.

Keeping my thoughts about Rufin’s muscular bod to myself, I smiled and left him to dress. I retreated to Moon’s room and waited for him there.

Pete had kept a vigil at Moonbeam’s bedside while I was gone, his head resting on the quilt, his dark doggie eyes watching her. The dog had been acting strange since Sonny’s second interment. Made me think he was missing Sonny lot. Something was different about Pete.

Rufin moved quietly into the room and his scent gave me the shivers. That mystifying musky witch scent he gave off was more powerful than anything D & G or Armani ever produced. If I could bottle it, I’d be rich.

He knelt down beside the bed and felt for Moon’s pulse. “She’s breathing but her heartbeat is slow.”

“I’m calling Doctor Arny.”

“Good idea. He should check her out, but it might not be something he can discern from an ordinary examination.

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