Out of the Broomcloset by Ashlyn Chase

Author:Ashlyn Chase [Chase, Ashlyn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Lachesis Publishing Inc
Published: 2016-02-17T05:00:00+00:00

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Michele needed to go to the shop to do the spell she had in mind. Savern was with Alex and Vic had said he’d watch the shop from the other side of the street for a while. See if Grant showed up if he thought Michele was alone. She’d talked him into that since she was having a hard time concentrating on the magic she could do with Vic around. This spell in particular was something he’d never approve of. She was going to trap Donovan Grant in her storeroom.

When he dropped her off, he swept her into a long, deep kiss, including a dip that had her giggling against his lips.

“If he doesn’t show up, I’ll check back in an hour at the most.”

She unlocked the back door. “Take your time. I promise I’ll lock and deadbolt both doors.”

He looked at her askance. “You seem a little too comfortable. I thought you were afraid locked doors didn’t keep Donovan out.”

She waved away his comment. “I must have forgotten to lock the deadbolt before. I really think that will be enough.”

Vic studied her for a few moments. At last he scratched his head and said. “Okay. If you’re sure . . .”

“I am. Go.”

He gave her one more quick kiss, then held the back door for her and said, “I’ll wait right here until I hear the deadbolt turn.”

She rolled her eyes, but strolled in and turned the deadbolt as soon as the door closed. “All safe and secure,” she called through the door.

His muffled response was, “Good.”

Striding straight to the storeroom, Michele pulled a special book out of a locked filing cabinet in the corner. She’d remembered seeing a picture of a ward barrier that would trap and hold anyone within its nine-foot diameter.

At first she ruled it out, knowing Donovan would be too smart to just walk into a trap like that. But as she puzzled out the possibilities, she realized she could either paint the ward on the ceiling or cover it with a rug on the floor.

If she pretended to cower at the back of the room, he’d stride right over the circle and be trapped. Now—what would she do with him when she had him? That was important too. Hanna was the best person to ask. Not only did she know Donovan, but she was such a powerful witch, she had to have supernatural powers. Maybe she could add a little umph to her warded area and reduce him to ash on the spot. No. Hanna wouldn’t do that. She upheld the same Wiccan principles that Michele had been taught from the start.

While she pondered what Hanna might be able to add, she drew out her long fabric tape measure and unrolled it to nine yards. On the floor, she draped it in a circle to get the measurement right and marked one foot increments with a sharpie. Then she found a can of black spray paint.

Her long skirt might get in the way while she was painting, so she slipped out of it.

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