Magically Blended: An Urban Fantasy Novel (Hunted Witch Agency Book 5) by Rachel Medhurst

Author:Rachel Medhurst [Medhurst, Rachel]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-05-24T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” I whispered to Kurt as we watched Justina and Gerard climb over the wall.

Kneeling, he offered me a leg up. Okay, so I did need help to get into the back garden that held the tree, but still, it was kinda embarrassing.

“It’s fine,” he whispered. “We cleared it with Gemma at Paranormal MI5. They’ll use their government pass to buy the house on behalf of Maxwell and the warlocks.”

As soon as he’d finished speaking, I put my boot in his hands, squeaking when he hauled me up. I almost flew over the top of the wall, only just managing to grab on to the edge. Hanging for a moment, I seriously debated whether I had the arm muscles to lift myself up and over.

“Get on with it!” Kurt hissed. “All I can see is your arse.”

That was enough motivation to get me going. Grunting, I engaged my biceps and somehow scrambled my feet up the wall, hooking them over just before my arms gave out.

“Just fall,” Gerard called from the other side.

The garden stretched out behind him to a gorgeous detached townhouse. My eyes surveyed the area, almost wishing I’d suggested that Gerard and I buy it. Not that we could afford it on our agent salaries. We’d both need to become Justina in order to have enough. Or, maybe Gerard could sell his body. No, that wasn’t a good idea. There was no way I could share.

“Devon!”

Almost rolling over the wall, I let myself fall. It was a bloody good job I trusted my man. If he hadn’t caught me smoothly, albeit with a grunt, I would’ve hurt myself. A lot.

“Elegant,” he muttered as he put me down and turned back towards the tree.

“I can be elegant,” I whispered. “I’m a lady, don’t you know?”

Looking over his shoulder at me, he winked. His bright green eyes were highlighted by the rising sun. A pang of fuzzies made my shoulders rise up in a happy shrug as he turned back to the job at hand.

“Stop fawning over him and get over there. We need your blood.” Kurt pointed at Justina who stood beside the tree.

The spell was the same as the one cast on the stone in Scotland. I would use my blood to conjure a protection spell around the tree. No one would be able to break it. Except maybe an Essex witch. It was my DNA that made the spell stronger than most. The ancestry lines of Essex witches were no longer connected by DNA. If they were, we wouldn’t have been allowed to marry each other and produce children. However, the ley line always recognised the DNA of a descendent.

My breath hitched as I remembered my decision. I would no longer be a proper Essex witch, although the blood would always run through my veins.

“We’re ready,” Justina said as I strode up to the tree.

The salt and earth circle was around the tree, the candles spaced out. We had to get the ritual done as quickly as we could.

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