Secret Of The Rose (Legacy Of Magick Series, Book 2) by Dugan Ellen

Author:Dugan, Ellen [Dugan, Ellen]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Garden Witch Press
Published: 2015-06-29T16:00:00+00:00

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The theme song from the 1960’s classic television show Bewitched sounded in my ear, jolting me awake. I frowned for a moment before finally realizing that it was a ringtone playing. As it started to play again, I realized someone had changed the ringtone on my cell phone.

Damn Ivy and her warped sense of humor. I fumbled in the dark, before finding the phone. “’Lo?” I mumbled.

“Autumn?” I heard Gwen’s voice. “Where are you right now?”

The urgency in her voice got through to me and I sat up. “What’s happened?”

“What is it?” Duncan said, and I felt more than I saw him start to reach for his clothes.

“Where are you?” Gwen repeated, her voice shrill.

“I’m at Duncan’s place.”

“You’re there with him, right now?”

“Yes. Why?”

“The manor’s been ransacked.”

“Ransacked?” I said feeling my heart slam up to my throat. “Is everyone okay?”

“The family is all accounted for.”

The Blood Moon Grimoire. Someone, I realized, had been looking for it and decided to toss the manor. Odds were the cops were already there, and listening. So I chose my next words carefully. “Is the item I found a few weeks ago still intact?”

“Yes,” Gwen answered, then was speaking to someone there with her, so I jumped up and starting patting around for my clothes.

“How’s Bran’s tie collection looking?” I asked, meaning the hidden panel in his closet that housed the Bishop family’s collection of antique journals and spell books.

“He said his ties were all accounted for.”

“Good.” I said and was thankful that the backup flash drive with digital pictures of the grimoire pages had been locked in a safe deposit box at the bank.

“I want you home. Now,” Gwen snapped.

“Shit.” I stubbed my toe on the corner of a dresser. “I’m on my way.” I hung up.

Duncan slapped the lights on, and I winced at the brightness, but got dressed as fast as I could. “Were they robbed?” he asked.

“She didn’t say so, I think someone tossed the place.” I found my other shoe sticking out from the end of the bed, grabbed it and wiggled my foot down into it.

“Looking for the Blood Moon Grimoire, no doubt,” Duncan said, and tucked a worn t-shirt into his jeans and pulled a brown ‘Quinn Construction’ sweatshirt over that.

I was suddenly glad I had taken the family tree book along with me this evening. I ran my hands through my hair trying to pull myself together. What the hell time was it anyway? I grabbed my phone to check and frowned at the time. It was a little after one o’clock in the morning.

I went out into the living area and found Merlin snoozing on the sectional. I borrowed a hoodie from Duncan, and fished my keys out of my big purse. Duncan scooped up Merlin, and I waited on the stoop while he locked his door and set the alarm.

In silence, we both jogged towards my truck. Merlin seemed to enjoy the truck ride home. He sat easily in Duncan’s arms and gazed out the window as I drove quickly back to the manor.

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