Black Market Witch: A New Adult Urban Fantasy (Red Witch Chronicles 7) by Sami Valentine

Author:Sami Valentine [Valentine, Sami]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-03-01T05:00:00+00:00

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August 27, Evening

Charm, Oregon

Charm Cemetery

Red walked her mountain bike as she left the Queen Anne–style farmhouse with Vic. A serene twilight had fallen, yet storm clouds rumbled a warning in the south. Her belted hunter’s kit had a thunder shirt’s comforting weight on her waist. They crossed the lonely field between her back gate and the cemetery.

She said, “Are you sure you don’t want to borrow a bike?”

“Still going everywhere with that? You’re practically a European.” He chuckled. “Are you going to offer me a bidet next?”

“It’s on your Christmas list now.” She waggled her eyebrows mischievously. “They have detachable ones. Stace loves hers.”

“I could have lived without knowing how fairies shit.”

“Add it to the lore.” She laughed, but it died quickly as the tombstones came into view between a sparse line of oaks. Thin fog hovered like a welcome banner to the spookiest part of town. They could find more than a werewolf hunter in there.

“No birds or bats,” Vic said, observing the sky. He quickened his pace. Crickets jumped out of his way. It was the only sign of life.

As they entered the graveyard, she pointed to a low hill. “We can go to the McGregor crypt. See what there is to see.”

Vic galloped ahead. She raced him on the bike to the mausoleum. The lock on the front gate had been replaced after she reported it broken. She tested the chains to be sure, peeking inside. The dead rested peacefully in undisturbed shadows with the mournful stone angel.

“I see headlights,” Vic said, gesturing her to him. “They’re zigging and zagging. Chasing something.”

Red squinted over his shoulder. The rolling landscape hid the distant vehicle to the southeast. Bobbing headlamps tagged its movements between memorial trees and granite headstones. A half mile stretched between them. “Is it Dash’s van?”

“I don’t know, but the action is that way. I won’t interfere unless those idiots fail Lashawn. When I tell him how I got there, I’ll say you fought me on it.”

“Even if we’re questioned separately?”

He grabbed her bike and awkwardly got on. “I’m stealing this for a bit.”

She hid her amusement as he wobbled. Now she knew why he hadn’t taken her first offer. “It’s been a while, eh?”

“Supposed to be like riding a bike, isn’t it?” Vic grumbled, pedaling down the hill. Gravity gave him a push as he raced to his brother.

“I’ll follow,” she called out, but she lost sight of him before long.

The fog thickened, curling around the gravestones. Twigs cracked to her right in the murky gloom.

Red raised an air shield, channeling the element using her mother’s ring. The molecules fortified instantly into her mental blueprint of a dome, eager as a pet to please.

A living wrecking ball knocked her air bubble over.

She scrambled to a tombstone. Heart rate spiking, she gripped her magic, riding out her shock to maintain the protection spell. Selenite crystals glowed on her hunter’s kit. She dismissed the air molecules once behind cover to conserve energy. The usual cacophony in her head quieted.

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