Conflicted Witch by Willow Monroe

Author:Willow Monroe [Monroe, Willow]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: fun witch books, cozy mystery, paranormal, witches and magic, fantasy witches
Goodreads: 26092973
Publisher: Betsy Belle Books
Published: 2015-08-12T00:00:00+00:00

SEVEN

Dinner is at six, so I need to do a few things before then, especially if Angelo is going to show up.

It’s surprisingly easy to get my hands on Bilda’s grimoire, partly because it’s just lying there on a corner of her altar, and partly because the well worn leather-bound book is marked in about fifty places with neon green sticky notes, making it the brightest thing in the room. They jut out all over and swell the actual book to twice its original size.

I wait until she’s well into her nap, then sneak up the creaky staircase and fumble around in the darkness of the room until I think to stand in the middle and spin slowly until it catches my eye. Of course, the fact that it’s in plain sight and not in one of the mysterious piles of stuff makes me feel a little bit ridiculous, but at least I’ve got it.

The thing is heavy. I lug it into my bedroom and start flipping through the pages until I spot a sticky with the word HAVRUE on it.

Ta-da. This is it. I’m really going to do this.

I’m terrified.

The book itself seems menacing to me, even though I’ve seen and held it a million times. Scanning the page, I see that I’ll need a few candles, the photo, salt and a sage smudge stick.

That’s it? I scan again, then read through a third time more carefully, certain that I’m missing some important ingredient. I even turn the page, wondering if the spell is continued on the other side.

Nope. That’s all. Pretty common stuff, even for a beginner witch.

I sit back on my bed and try to remember how to do things like cast a circle and call up the energy I need to power the spell. Somehow I don’t think it’s like my healing energy - it requires more focus. More intention. My healing energy simply knows what to do, and sort of takes over, but I know that calling up energy and then unleashing it without a clear reason can cause a lot of damage.

I spend a few moments pouting and wishing I had some help, but then remind myself that I can banish Rachel alone.

I just have to protect myself, and go into the house.

I don’t want to do that, but it looks like I’ll have to if I’m ever going to live there. Grabbing a small notebook, I carefully copy the spell. My mother’s neat, curly handwriting is easy to read, at least.

When I take the book back upstairs, it’s already five-thirty. Still, I pause for a moment to grab the supplies I’ll need. The candles are easy - Bilda has them stacked all over in every color of the rainbow. I take two black and two white, even though the spell only calls for one of each, then grab a smudge stick and an extra lighter from the small pile on the shelf.

One more thing - salt. Her salt, actually, blessed specifically for use in magic.

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