Spells Trouble by Kristin Cast & P. C. Cast

Author:Kristin Cast & P. C. Cast [Cast, Kristin & Cast, P. C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781250765642
Google: UU3-DwAAQBAJ
Publisher: St. Martin's Publishing Group
Published: 2021-05-24T23:00:00+00:00

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Mercy was deep into her great-great-grandmother Janet Goode’s summer 1927 entry entitled Healing Trees from the Drought when she pumped her fist and shouted, “Yes! That’s it!” Then she wrote quickly on the sticky notes as she muttered to herself. “This will work with just a little addition from the spell Gertrude Goode cast in 1859 after the entire state of Illinois flooded and damaged all the trees big-time.” She paused for a moment, chewing the end of the pen before lifting it triumphantly and proclaiming, “Plus, I’ll make a big dose of my Awake and Alive Oil! That’ll be my own Green Witch contribution. This is going to be perfect!”

One problem solved, Mercy picked up her phone and clicked into the texts.

EM, HOW U DOING?

YOU OK?

EMILY, I’M WORRIED ABOUT YOU.

Zero response from her bestie. Mercy got it—of course she did. She completely understood about how grief could suffocate every other emotion. But H hadn’t left her alone in her despair, and she wasn’t going to leave Em alone, either. She tapped out another text.

EMILY PARROTT IF YOU DO NOT ANSWER ME I AM COMING OVER THERE. NOW!

Three dots appeared almost immediately.

CAN’T TALK RIGHT NOW. GRANDPARENTS R HERE. I’LL CALL LATER. PROMISE.

Mercy sighed and chewed her lip. “Okay.” She spoke to the phone like Em could hear her. “But if you don’t I will come get you. Seriously.”

She drummed her fingers against the table as she turned her attention back to the grimoires and the spells she needed to combine. It was easy—comfortable—to focus on spellwork. It was something she could do to make at least part of the chaos around her right again.

Mercy was listing the ingredients she’d need for her oil and realizing she should go upstairs and get her own grimoire so she could record this new protective and healing spell when several loud knocks on the front door made her jump. Momentarily confused, she glanced at the old clock in the foyer as she headed to the door and was surprised to see almost two hours had passed while she’d been researching. She didn’t have to peek out the front window to see him standing there. She could feel that it was Kirk. Mercy smoothed back her long, dark hair and opened the door.

“Babe! Man, it’s good to see you!” He stepped inside and engulfed her in a hug and his familiar scent of sweat mixed with Abercrombie & Fitch’s cologne, Fierce.

Mercy pressed her cheek against his chest. He was so solid and strong and normal. He was the guy she’d crushed on since eighth grade, when he’d seemed completely out of her league. He was the guy who made her feel special and needed and wanted. He was there, with her instead of in school preparing for finals, because he cared about her as much as she cared about him. When she looked up at him she was flooded with emotions and tears filled her eyes.

He cupped her face with his hands. “Hey, don’t cry.

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