Karma's Shift by L.A. Boruff & Helen Scott & L.A. Boruff

Author:L.A. Boruff & Helen Scott & L.A. Boruff [Carter, Lacey & Scott, Helen & Boruff, L.A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: The Phantom Pen

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Emma

“Come on,” Carol said, smiling at me. “I think you’re in for a treat.”

We all stood and walked away from the tea, which had been delicious, with my curiosity piqued. “What kind of treat?” Part of me hoped it was food. All the intensity I’d been feeling when it came to visiting the witches and being by Beth’s side and protecting her was giving me a serious case of stress snacking. The problem was I had nothing to snack on. At this point I’d even take those crackers that my mom used to give me when I was sick that were basically cardboard with some salt on them.

Deva turned and grinned at me, her eyes twinkling. “I know for a fact there’s no way you’ve ever done this before.”

“What?” For some reason, they all seem a little too pleased with themselves for my liking.

“Fly,” she said, softly. If someone had hit me with a feather at that moment, they probably could have knocked me over.

Fly? As in they plan to make us all sprout wings? Or were we being turned into birds? I swear I read a book once where they were turned into birds and flew to the south pole. I really didn’t want to have to fly all the way to the south pole, or the north pole. No matter where we were going, I was pretty sure I’d prefer to take a car. Not that I would say that in front of the strange witches. Who knew what could piss them off?

I realized that they were all leaving without me, while I stood in stunned silence, and hurried to catch up to the group as they walked through the foyer again and across the house. I managed to catch up to them in the kitchen. “Um, flying?” I finally managed weakly.

Beth laughed and grabbed my hand. “Come on!” It was the first time I’d really seen her look happy in the last twenty-four hours, especially since we’d come to see the witches. She’d been so much more withdrawn than normal. It was like she took the fact that they didn’t let her join as a judgement on her as a person, which I didn’t think was fair. If anything, it made them look unreasonable and a little snobby. Not that I would ever say that out loud.

Once we walked out the back door, I quickly realized what they had in mind. A row of brooms leaned up against the back of the house. All sorts of brooms. Tall ones with long, feathery brushes and shorter ones with flat bottomed brushes, ones made of every kind of wood, and even some painted elaborate colors. It looked like I’d stepped into some kind of strange art gallery, every exhibit featuring different types of brooms. It was odd. But apparently, everything was a little odd about the supernatural world.

Including me.

“Your broom will determine what sort of ride you have,” Beth explained. “A soft broom gives a cushier ride. A more industrial type of broom will be fast and efficient.

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