Gray Magic (Mirror Lake Witches Book 1) by Jennifer Snyder

Author:Jennifer Snyder [Snyder, Jennifer]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-02-19T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

Rose and I spent the afternoon, and well into the evening in my room, eating the cinnamon twists she’d made while watching TV on my laptop. It was dark outside by the time she left my room to FaceTime with one of her friends. While I enjoyed spending time with her—she was like the little sister I’d never had—I was also glad to see our binge fest end, because I was more than ready to browse through my book on gray magic again and stop pretending I didn’t have a headache from hell.

After locking my bedroom door behind her, I grabbed the book from the bottom drawer of my nightstand. My pulse quickened when my fingertips brushed its cover. I was eager to try the spell I’d found earlier. I flipped to its page and skimmed it, making a mental note of what I needed—a single candle and a piece of string. I knew I had both lying around. My gaze drifted around my room. There was a red candle somewhere. Rose had given it to me for Christmas. When I spotted it on my dresser, I flung myself off my bed and rushed to retrieve it along with a book of matches. The candle was in a glass jar, but I figured it would help prevent me from burning down the house. When I pried the lid off, the sweet scent of apple floated to my nose. It was another of my favorites.

Crap. Would it matter that it was scented? The book hadn’t specified. All it mentioned was that different colors stood for different things. What did red stand for?

I moved to the edge of my bed and pulled the book closer, searching for the meaning behind the color red. Anger. Passion. Sex. Those things came to mind when I thought of red. However, they weren’t the only meanings associated with the color according to the book. Strength and courage were too. Both of which I could use a little more of in my life, especially lately.

A string was the last thing I needed.

The book hadn’t said how long or what type, so I grabbed the long strand Rose had been picking at for days on my quilt and ripped it off.

Next, the book prompted me to decide on my word, what I wanted to bring more of into my life, and focus on it. Intention was everything when it came to spells. This was something Aunt Rowena always said.

I chewed my bottom lip as I tried to think of a single word to describe what I wanted most. Strength was the first word to come to mind.

With added strength, I could fend off these damn headaches easier, hold out against this persistent as hell spirit trying to get to me, and probably be brave enough to perform a spell that would set a veil in place I could control.

Strength equaled control and freedom in my eyes, and I was down for more of both when it came to my gift.

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