Hex-Ed by Sarina Dorie

Author:Sarina Dorie [Dorie, Sarina]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Amazon.com
Published: 2018-06-07T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWELVE

Baba Yaga’s Cousin

Kill me? I gasped. So far, I was getting a Wicked Witch of the West vibe more than a Glinda the Good Witch from the vamp witch.

“Indeed!” someone else agreed. “We need to drain her before she harms anyone.”

A few more murmured in agreement. Craptacular! Just when I thought I was going to have witchcraft handed to me on a silver platter, they had to start talking about killing me and taking away my powers. It was hard to say which was worse.

“Whoa! Hold your horses.” The old man readjusted his wizard cowboy hat. “We don’t know she’ll be like Loraline.”

“Yes, we do,” Miss Vamp said.

“Using the old powers of divination, eh?” Thistledown asked with a good-natured chuckle.

“They always start with small animals and children,” she said. “We witnessed her kill an animal. Isn’t this the festival where small children disappear? For all we know, she might be the witch behind those kidnappings.”

I was not the reason children went missing here or anywhere else. And the bird had been an accident. That didn’t mean anything.

Thistledown rolled his eyes. “Such impeccable logic.”

“How about common sense.” One of the other witches coughed. “The rotten apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.”

From everything they were saying, it sounded like my mother had done something horrible and made the Witchkin angry. And now they thought I was some kind of depraved and villainous person by relation. Sure, my mom hadn’t exactly been forthcoming about her past and magic, but that didn’t make her evil.

“Let’s rein in our judgments until after we speak with her, eh?” the cowboy wizard said, patting Miss Vamp on the shoulder.

The Witchkin marched toward the stage, the cowboy at the lead. Thistledown headed that way with them. I would have liked to get him alone and talk to him without the others. He’d seemed reasonable.

Thatch hung back as I glanced at the stage where my duffle bag was. I didn’t want to risk going back there. I patted the pocket in my bloomers where I had shoved my wallet. Still there. That was all I needed to board the bus and get home. Or I could hide out and hope to catch Thistledown. I could come back for my bag later.

I was about to take off along the fence in the opposite direction the Witchkin had went, but I paused when I heard Thatch speak again. I snuck back to the gap between the boards. A raven perched on one of the benches.

“Follow her,” Thatch said. “I’ll make certain Bumblebub doesn’t find her.”

Bumblebub? That had to be some kind of insult. I pressed my face closer to the fence, stubbing my toe against the wood as I shifted.

Thatch’s spine went rigid. Slowly, he turned toward the fence where I stood, his eyes narrowing. He knew I was there. I didn’t wait another moment. I broke into a run. I didn’t want him to find me.

I barely knew my way around the public side of the fair, let alone the walkways only open to volunteers, but that was what I had to work with at the moment.

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