Southern Omens (Sweet Tea Witch Mysteries Book 17) by Amy Boyles

Author:Amy Boyles
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: LADYBUGBOOKS LLC
Published: 2020-09-13T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 13

Ignatius and his family were staying in a house in town. I didn’t know all the details surrounding that—like were they renting it or thinking of buying—and to be honest, I didn’t care.

All I actually cared about was getting in and getting out of the house without being spotted.

Katrina’s note worked. I was with her when she wrote it, wanting to meet them at eight o’clock. Yes, I had an interesting time explaining to Axel why I was leaving so late, but I may have told him a teensy little lie in that I needed to run by Familiar Place.

It wasn’t a total lie. I was going to stop by there—after I finished rooting through Ignatius’s things looking for a death apple, that was.

Katrina was supposed to draw the family to the Potion Ponds. She would never show up, of course, but from a distance she would keep an eye on them. I figured that my time was limited and I only had a few minutes to get in and out. This had to be done quickly. The Potion Ponds weren’t far away, and the family wouldn’t stand around waiting forever to meet someone who wasn’t going to show up.

I sat high over the house in my cast-iron skillet, riding the air currents. Darkness draped the sky, and a few streetlamps cast eerie glows of light on the sidewalks and roads. It was nearly eight.

I had positioned myself up and back from the house so that whenever the family left, they wouldn’t see me. Within a few minutes of my arrival, the front door opened with a creak.

The main thing that I wanted to do was count bodies. Would Ignatius’s parents take him with them, or would they leave him alone?

I counted one head, two heads, and then a flutter caught my attention. Glancing over, I saw long white wings attached to a body that was like a missile. It was the same snowy owl. The same omen that I had seen just the night before.

The bird landed on a branch not far from me. This was a total distraction. Suddenly I didn’t care about Ignatius and his omen-genius-reading ways. Now I was more concerned with the owl and what it might know, if anything.

Who are you? I telepathically asked.

The owl twisted its head in my direction. Its great yellow eyes blinked very slowly as if contemplating if I was worth talking to.

As if. Of course I was worth having a conversation with.

I tried again. Are you another omen? Have you come to bring warning of another death?

Please, please let the answer be no.

I bring no warning, the owl replied.

I exhaled. Well, thank goodness for that. Then why are you here?

Why are you here?

Why was the owl asking me the same question that I’d asked it? Was that, like, an owl thing? You know, where it answered every question with a question and never actually gave you a response, slowly driving you crazy.

Let’s hope not.

Before I could answer, the owl spoke.

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