Gnomes and Necromancy: A cozy urban fantasy witch mystery (Omensford Book 7) by G Clatworthy

Author:G Clatworthy [Clatworthy, G]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-04-29T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 21

By the time she’d walked the length of the garden, her tears were hot, and anger bubbled in her chest. Why did Mort get to decide the pace of their relationship? What kind of person asked someone to marry them without hinting first? A selfish one, that’s who. They didn’t even live together. Nobody got married before living together. It was the twenty first century, for goddess’ sake.

Fi slammed the door behind her. Well, she tried to slam it, but the house had an aversion to that action and refused, instead closing the door gently. Very unsatisfying. She stamped over to the kitchen and grabbed a ceramic mixing bowl from the cupboard.

What happened to you? Bad date?

“Something like that.”

If you’re cooking, you couldn’t make me some bacon, could you?

“I’m not in the mood for your attitude.”

I do not have an attitude. You’re the one stress baking.

“Yeah, well. I’m stressed and I need sugar and calories.” Fi popped a chocolate chip into her mouth as she spoke. Tonight, scones just weren’t going to cut it. She needed chocolate. Fi chucked ingredients into the bowl and mixed them together so vigorously her arm hurt. She had long given up on electric food processors that shorted out when her magic swelled with her emotions. Besides, mixing by hand was good for working out the stress.

Wait a minute. Cressida sniffed at Fi’s converse trainers. What’s that smell?

“Have I stepped in something?”

No. It’s strange…

Fi swallowed and stopped stirring. “It might be from the other realm.”

What?!

“A portal just appeared. I had to go–”

You went to the other realm without me. Again.

“Sorry.”

Honestly, I cannot leave you alone, can I? From now on, I go wherever you go.

“Brilliant. A wyrm babysitter.”

Cressida stayed silent, regarding Fi with suspicious green eyes.

Fi dolloped blobs of the cookie mix onto a baking tray and chucked it into the oven before striding over to the chest freezer and retrieving a tub of ice cream.

She took a large spoonful, and it was halfway to her mouth before her mother walked into the kitchen, planner under one arm, cane in the other hand.

“Fiona, use a bowl, would you?”

Fi huffed out a long-suffering sigh and got a bowl from the cupboard. She scooped a generous amount of ice cream into it, covering the cat pattern etched onto the bottom and met her mother’s gaze as she returned the tub to the freezer. “Happy now?”

“Thank you. Now, what is going on? I had a call from Colin about a magical disturbance tonight.”

“Who’s Colin?”

“The Chair of the Magewell WWWI branch.” Her mother’s impatience hung on every word. “So, was there a disturbance?”

“Oh. There was.”

“And?”

“And the necromancer raised another zombie – identity currently unknown – and then the God of Death told me to hurry up, and I didn’t even pick up my curry and now I have to go and write this up and find a lead or else I might not last the week. So, if you don’t mind, I think I’ll wait for the cookies to bake then head upstairs.

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