Love Potions by Michelle M. Pillow

Author:Michelle M. Pillow [Pillow, Michelle M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781622665938
Google: WF-OAwAAQBAJ
Amazon: B00K9ODF5E
Barnesnoble: B00K9ODF5E
Goodreads: 22094011
Publisher: Macmillan
Published: 2014-06-02T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

“Gramma Annabelle, I love you and your hangover cure,” Charlotte announced, coming down the stairs two at a time. She wore a long sleeve T-shirt and yoga pants. Her wet hair was piled on the top of her head. She paused in the kitchen doorway to do a couple random, overly dramatic karate punches to illustrate how much better she was feeling. Then straightening, she said, “Oh, hey, don’t forget to send in your business license renewal to the city. I forgot to tell you I ran into Mrs. Callister at the post office when Joe gave me a ride yesterday. She wanted me to remind you that you’re due.”

“I swear that woman is something else. She gave a threatening warning to Chef Alana and then had the gall to ask for a food discount. Callister is not even on the board. Ah, but it doesn’t matter, I already mailed it.” Lydia glanced up from where she was counting drops of essential oils over warmed lotion. “Feeling better?”

“Much. As long as Erik doesn’t start singing again.” She chuckled. “That poor man cannot hold his liquor. I say we let it slip this one time because he’s cute and your neighbor and I got some funny footage on my cell phone, but if it happens again we call the cops and post the video online. I don’t care if he is your boyfriend, Lyd, that was noise pollution.” Lifting her arms wide, she belted, “Ly-di-ah! I want to have your kid-ie-ah! Please sit-ie-ah on my fac—”

Lydia lifted her stirring spoon and flung warm lotion at Charlotte from across the kitchen.

“Hey stop!” The woman dodged the attack, laughing even as it glopped on her sleeve. Sniffing her arm, she said, “Lilies?”

“What? No, I’m…” Lydia held up the bottle she had just set down so she could stir. “It’s mint. Smell.”

Charlotte took the bottle, even as she held up her arm. “Lilies. Smell. And this shirt was clean. I stole it from the back of your closet.”

Her grandmother’s scent was unmistakable on Charlotte’s sleeve. Lydia breathed deeply. After what she’d seen with Erik and his family, she couldn’t deny the possibility.

“Lilies.” Lydia whispered. “Gramma?”

“I know you don’t believe,” Charlotte held up her arm as it was undeniable proof of ghosts, “but…”

“I believe,” Lydia said. “What would you say if I told you Erik is under a spell and that is why he is acting like that?”

“I’m being serious,” Charlotte said, dropping her arm.

“So am I. What if I told you I cast the spell with the lotion I gave him?” Lydia bit her lip and waited, not sure what to expect. “And that his entire family is magickal, not magic tricks as in illusionists in Las Vegas, but real magick, the kind Gramma Annabelle used to talk about.”

“You want me to believe that Erik and his family are witches?” Charlotte barely moved. She slowly looked at her lotioned sleeve.

“Um,” Lydia gave a slight lift of her hands and corrected weakly, “Warlocks.”

“Erik’s a warlock?”

Lydia nodded.

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