Friday the Witchteenth (Wicked Witches of the Midwest Book 20) by Amanda M. Lee

Author:Amanda M. Lee [Lee, Amanda M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: WinchesterShaw Publications
Published: 2022-05-02T16:00:00+00:00

I FELT LIKE I WAS TRUDGING TO MY death when Landon and I got to the inn. Landon offered to take me somewhere else, back to the guesthouse, so I could collect my thoughts. Dragging things out would only make them worse.

“I have to do this.” I squeezed his hand and then trudged across the parking lot. Each step felt heavier than the previous, and by the time I entered the inn, I felt sick to my stomach.

Mom was at the front desk sorting through the mail. When she looked up, I saw sympathy waiting for me in her blue eyes.

“Is Margaret dead?” she asked.

I shook my head.

“No?” Hope flared fast and hot. “Then you managed to save her.”

“Apparently so,” I acknowledged. “I’m still not sure what happened. I only know that when we got to town, Aunt Tillie had an idea. She thought if we could make Mrs. Little fight her own condition, we might be able to break the spell.”

“I don’t understand.” Mom’s expression was neutral. “How would that work?”

“Aunt Tillie suggested that we needed to dangle something strong in front of Mrs. Little, like her hatred for Aunt Tillie. Aunt Tillie suggested she tell Mrs. Little to kill herself so she would want to do the opposite.”

“Huh.” Mom rubbed her cheek, seemingly taking it in. “I know it’s weird to say, but it makes sense. If there’s one thing that fuels Margaret above all else, it’s her hatred of Aunt Tillie.”

“Yeah.” I bobbed my head. I could feel Landon behind me but dared not look at him. I would start crying if I did. “We never really got to embrace that plan. When we were inside the store, Aunt Tillie noticed a magical shimmer around Mrs. Little.”

Mom’s forehead wrinkled in concentration. “A magical shimmer?”

“I saw it that first day at the overpass but didn’t know what to make of it. I didn’t notice it with Bill Blake, but that doesn’t necessarily mean anything. I wasn’t that near him when he died and there was a lot going on.”

“Hmm.” Mom nodded in understanding. She was engaged in the conversation but she’d yet to glom on to the fact that things were about to take a turn.

“Mom … .” I trailed off and swallowed around the lump in my throat.

Landon’s hand landed on my shoulder in that moment. He was lending me strength. He was also about to shift into protective mode. Before I could stop him, he took control of the conversation.

“We had Mrs. Little isolated in her store,” he said in a dull voice. “She was … spiraling. She was talking nonsense and bad luck. She blamed Aunt Tillie for her predicament.”

“I’m not one to make excuses for Margaret, but she was out of her mind,” Mom argued. “I can see why she would think that.”

“I’m not blaming Mrs. Little,” Landon reassured her. “I’m just trying to set the scene.”

It was only then that Mom realized we were about to drop a bomb on her. The way

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