Hotter Than Spell (An Elemental Witches of Eternal Springs Cozy Mystery Book 3) by Annabel Chase

Author:Annabel Chase [Chase, Annabel]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Red Palm Press LLC
Published: 2018-07-23T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

Just my luck that Kyle Charney was assessing houses in the northern quadrant. I called that area of the island the tundra because the temperature there was much colder than the part of town where I lived, and I hated the cold with a fiery passion…which made sense given that I was a fire witch.

I stopped by my house to grab a coat and hat. The wind alone would be frigid without extra layers. I ran upstairs to find Gerald in my bedroom, curled up on the bottom edge of the bed. He looked so adorable that I slowed my pace so as not to disturb him.

When I opened the closet door, I let out a shriek of dismay. My clothes were in disarray—a black top hung beside a green one, while two red tops were interrupted by a blue top. It was anarchy! Worst of all, my freshly laundered jeans were in a crumpled in a heap on the floor.

“Gerald,” I yelled at the top of my lungs, forgetting he was asleep on the bed behind me.

The armadillo cracked his sleepy eyes and peered at me. Is it a mouse?

“No, it is not a mouse, but thank you for putting that image in my head.” Gerald knows that mice are a secret fear of mine. Their little flexible endoskeletons freaked me out.

He fluttered over to the closet. What happened in here?

“That’s what I’m asking you. I thought you were going to perfect the organizational spell. This is the opposite of perfect.”

I was busy researching the flying monkey issue today. I didn’t bother with the organizational spell. It must’ve been that Stuart, trying to frame me.

“You can’t blame it on Stuart,” I said. “He’s not even smart enough to find a way into the house undetected.”

It wasn’t me, I swear it, miss, Gerald said. He paused. Actually, I take it back. I did begin a color coordination spell but got distracted by a package delivery. Your monthly vegetable box.

“Great, thanks,” I said distractedly. “I need to find my coat, but everything’s out of order.” The cottons were even mixed with the synthetics. It was a textiles nightmare.

I thought you kept your coat with the Rarely Used Items, Gerald pointed out.

I snapped my fingers. “You’re right. Well done, Gerald. All is forgiven.” I hurried downstairs to the closet under the stairs, where I stored any items I might need one day, like a pair of Rollerblades or a chef’s apron. Or a coat.

Why do you need a coat? Gerald asked, as I slipped on the warm and cozy eggplant-colored coat. You despise the cold.

“I have to beat Skye to the tundra to question a suspect,” I said.

A suspect? Shouldn’t you leave that to Buddy?

I cocked an eyebrow. “Leave work to Buddy? You can’t be serious. That man can’t find a fourteen-inch knitting needle in his wife’s yarn basket. He’s still waiting for the toxicology results before he’s willing to label the death suspicious.”

Fair enough, miss.

“The Battle of the Bands has to go off without a hitch,” I said, feeling my anxiety level rise.

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