Murder at Midnight: A Witches of Keyhole Lake Short Novel (Witches of Keyhole Lake Mysteries Book 13) by Maher Tegan

Author:Maher, Tegan [Maher, Tegan ]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Magical Words Publishing
Published: 2021-01-30T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

I fired off a text to Hunter, but he didn’t respond. Not necessarily unusual when he was on a case, but that was information he needed, assuming he hadn’t already found out about her.

I stretched to pull more cups from the storage cubby, and something poked me through my shorts pocket. I stuck my hand in and pulled out the charm bracelet.

“Ooh,” Levana said. “That’s pretty. Did Hunter get it for you?”

I shook my head. “I found it in an old desk I bought at the auction this morning. Since they’re stones and crystals, I wanted to get a second opinion on whether it’s got any juju attached to it before I wore it.”

She stuck out her hand. “Let me see it.”

Levana was excellent at auras and detecting magic. She’d known I was a witch way before I’d figured her out, and I trusted her. I laid it across her palm and she closed her eyes. After a few minutes, she opened her eyes, then pressed her lips together and pushed them to the side, thinking.

“I don’t feel any bad magic, but the crystals do hold some sort of residual charge. Not much, but it’s there. Cleanse them in saltwater overnight and you’ll be fine.”

I arched a brow at her. “You’re sure?”

“Positive,” she said with a decisive nod. “There’s nothing bad there. You’d be safe even if you didn’t cleanse them, but it’s not good to wear crystals that are charged to somebody else’s energy.”

“Thanks,” I said, stuffing it back into my pocket. “I’m gonna run up to the courthouse. Hunter hasn’t returned my call and I want to make sure he knows about the assistant.”

I made a to-go cup of iced tea and stuffed a couple bear claws into one bag, three orange-cranberry muffins into another, and two mixed-berry turnovers into a third, then tossed all three into a plastic bag. “See y’all later. If you hear anything else, please let me know.”

I slid my sunglasses on and pushed the door open with my hip. The sky was a little overcast, so it felt a little cooler than it had earlier. I was glad for that since I’d left my truck at the shop. I took my time wandering up the sidewalk and paused when I passed Penelope’s Bridal Shop.

The dress Anna Mae had told me about was breathtaking, and it would be perfect for her. There were a couple bridesmaid dresses I could see on mannequins inside the store that were gorgeous, too, and I found myself looking forward to playing dress-up with her.

One of the sort-of-joking conditions I’d put on being the maid of honor was having a say in my own dress. I’d seen too many nightmares, and even though Anna Mae had great taste, I didn’t want to leave it to chance that I’d end up wearing something that made me look like an extra from some antebellum-ball costume party. I was not a fan of hoop dresses and big hats with fat ribbons, though if it made her happy, I’d do it.

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