Bat Out of Spell by Amanda M. Lee

Author:Amanda M. Lee [Lee, Amanda M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: WinchesterShaw Publications
Published: 2018-07-10T05:00:00+00:00

Eleven

I remained troubled by Augie’s visit even after I’d finally worked up the courage to head to town. Instead of heading to the coffee shop – which would have been my first destination on a normal day – I decided a visit to Zola was in order. I had two reasons fueling me. The first was that I wanted to get one of my witchy fights out of the way and Zola was the least likely to hold a grudge. The second was because she had access to hangover remedies in her shop.

Yes, I’m that witch. I’m willing to put up with a fight to get rid of a headache. I’m willing to look like a user to get what I want. I’m willing to feign I was wrong (mostly because I’m never really wrong) to get relief. Sue me.

Zola stood behind the counter, hands on hips, and barely looked up when I slid through the front door. I knew she was aware of my presence because I opted to park my Vespa directly in front of the store – right next to her scooter, which featured baskets for carrying plants – so there was no way she didn’t see me when I pulled up. As for acknowledging me, apparently she had other plans.

“You don’t have to pretend you don’t see me,” I announced as I sauntered down the middle aisle and made a big show of ogling her most recent offerings. “The wormwood and nightshade look great. You really outdid yourself this year.”

Zola slanted her eyes until they were nothing but glittery slits. “What do you want, Skye?”

Ugh. Did she have to be so aggressive when I was nursing a hangover? “I want quite a few things, but I think my ultimate goal is world peace.” I offered a cheeky grin, but Zola’s lips didn’t twitch, causing me to sober. So much for charming her.

“What do you really want, Skye?”

Oh, so she was going to play it that way. “I’m looking for some valerian root.”

Zola remained where she was and I had the distinct impression she was imagining doing something painful to me. She needn’t have bothered because I’d already done something painful to myself. And, quite frankly, nothing could hurt more than the conversation I was forced to share with Augie this morning. How much more was I expected to suffer?

“The valerian root is two weeks from being ready,” Zola said after a beat. “Come back then.” She turned her attention to the plant she was trimming, ignoring my presence as I prowled through the aisles.

“How can you not have valerian root?” I really needed it. My head felt as if the little monster living inside, the one who kept knocking on my skull, was about to break through and start terrorizing the world. “That’s a standard. You always have it.”

“Always is an absolute. I don’t believe in absolutes.”

“Oh, geez.” I rolled my eyes and focused on the nearest green sprout. “What about some calamus root?”

“Nope.”

That figured. “Corydalis?”

Zola shook her head.

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