Craving-Torment by Claudy Conn

Author:Claudy Conn [Conn, Claudy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-10-23T16:00:00+00:00

~ Nine ~

I WASN’T MY USUAL TALKATIVE self as Jeremy drove down the main pike. The truth was I was daydreaming about Devin, about us, about our night, our morning, our future.

My new plan was to find my grandmother’s Witching Wall.

Jeremy and I drove to where he believed my grandmother’s Witching Wall still stood.

“I can’t be 100% certain, Bobbie…but my sister used to speak of a Witching Wall in Oxly Corner, not far from here. She said both immortal and earthly witches would visit the wall, though she wasn’t sure why. I tried researching it, but all I could find was a reference to it that said it was rumored to have restorative powers for witches.”

“Why would a witch need restorative powers?”

He shook his head. “I’m not sure, but even so, that explanation did make sense to me.”

He turned onto a country road past rolling fields of sheep grazing in groups, and charming farmhouses in the distance. It was all so beautiful and all I wanted was to free Devin and to be able to live with him. However, with Allora on the loose and the ancients looking to enslave humans, that wouldn’t be possible, not yet.

“How do you know where to go? It isn’t exactly on the map,” I asked.

“But it is. GPS is taking us there. It is a tourist site of sorts, and a great deal is made out of its ‘witchy powers’.”

All at once, he slowed the car, and I saw why. About one hundred yards in front of us stood a single figure of a man in a silver glittering scarf negligently thrown over one shoulder of his blue silk shirt. He wore fashionable jeans and sparkling heeled boots. Beyland.

“Oh no,” I said. But I had been expecting a visit from him and had been wondering when that would take place.

“I don’t think he means us any harm,” Jeremy said. “But there is no telling, so for the moment, stay in the car.”

“No sense in that, and I know what he wants,” I said.

“The notes on day-walking,” Jeremy said, and sighed. “What are you going to tell him?”

“The only thing I can,” I said as he slowed the car to a stop and Beyland walked towards us.

I got out of the SUV, as did Jeremy, and I greeted him, “Hi, Bey…how are you?”

“Bey?” Beyland said, brows up. “No one has ever called me that!”

“No? But it suits you,” I said.

He waved this off. “Have you found what I need?”

“Not exactly,” I said.

“Not exactly?” he snapped. “Either you have or you haven’t.”

“Well, here is the thing, big castle, lots of hiding places, and I think I came close last night. I found a cubby that my witchy sense zeroed in on and I am certain the notes were there once, but MacLeod must have moved them at some time,” I lied, and thought I was doing a damn good job of it. This sounded believable.

“I see,” he answered, studying me. “I am not sure you are telling me the truth.

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