Cashmere Curses: A Paranormal Women's Fiction Novel by J.R. Rain & H.P. Mallory

Author:J.R. Rain & H.P. Mallory [Rain, J.R.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Rain Press
Published: 2020-12-15T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

A Few Hours Later

“It’s unnatural,” Hellcat hissed as we both stood in the center of my living room, eyes wide in disbelief. After Hellcat said he’d tell Mother I was sleeping in the shop, I’d opted to return to the duplex. The little rodent really knew how to make a bad day even worse.

“Very,” I answered, not really sure what else to say.

“I don’t like it.”

For once, my familiar and I were in total agreement.

Nothing happening in the house was natural.

It was maybe twenty minutes ago that my doorbell rang. And as soon as I’d answered it, I found Poppy, Marty and a gangly blonde preteen Poppy had introduced as her son, Finn, standing on the landing.

Before I could hex them, they came pouring in, each of them talking over the other one until I wasn’t sure why they were here or when they were going to leave. Shortly after I closed the front door, the doorbell rang again and this time it was Roy who was standing on the landing. Behind him was a U-Haul truck and the back was open. Two men to whom I had yet to be introduced were busily unloading what appeared to be… furniture?

“What in the name of Tituba is going on?” I managed at last as I turned to watch Poppy place a bluetooth speaker on the mantle and a few seconds later, Christmas music began infiltrating my entire house.

“Egad!” Hellcat yelled, shaking his head and then pawing at his ears. “Make it stop!”

“Oh, behave, you!” Poppy said to him, surprising me because she could clearly understand the little reptile.

I didn’t have time to comment or further consider it because the two strangers were now in my house, carrying an intricately carved wooden headboard and bed railings.

“Where’s the bedroom?” one of them asked—with his longish blonde hair and immense height, he looked like a Viking and was clearly human.

“Um, upstairs,” I answered sheepishly.

Both men nodded and started up the stairs as I turned to Poppy, still trying to understand what in the world was going on. When I faced her, I found her decorating of all things! Marty, Poppy, and her son were busily twining garlands around the mantle, lighting candles, and stringing dried orange slices in preparation for Yule. They’d already pushed a dusty Christmas Tree into the corner and I wondered if it was enchanted because I’d never seen it cross the threshold into my house.

“Will someone please explain?” I asked.

Poppy looked up at me. “Oh, we just… well, we wanted to do something special for you.”

“Special for me?” I repeated, stunned, awed and not really sure how to react.

She shrugged. “Well, sure, after you told us about all the bad luck you’ve had lately, we wanted to make things… better.”

I swallowed hard, trying to keep myself grounded. So this was what the Grinch felt like when those ugly, little aliens continued to sing after all their presents had been stolen.

None of this made any sense. Surely it was some sort of fever dream? Days didn’t turn on a dime like this, and especially not for me.

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