The Witch Singer Collection by Heather Long

Author:Heather Long [Long, Heather]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Heather Long

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Sing a song of inspiration,

A pocket full of creation.

For I need a muse,

To chase away the blues.

Wait till the muse arrives

My power will revived

Remember above all belong

Lest you do wrong.

* * *

She finished with a flourish then waited.

“Rika, come on.”

Oh, for the love of magic… “I’m not going to school!” She was too busy searching her room. “And you can’t make me!” She’d felt something, a stirring and a bit of a pop, when she’d completed the incantation. Where was her…?

Her door slammed open, and suddenly Bridget was standing there, glaring daggers at her. Oh hell no. Bridget was not the muse she wanted.

“Don’t just charge in here like you own the place,” Rika scowled as she shoved the Kerrigan book out of the way, she didn’t need Bridget to give her grief about reading steamy sex scenes.

Her temper kindled. The worst part of being a teen was the utter lack of privacy. Bad enough those two boinked like bunnies and the walls were thin, but Bridget never gave her a break, even when the door was closed.

“What are you doing with my diary?”

Ice chilled along her spine. Bridget yelled. She flung her hands. She was bombastic and over the top dramatic…not serial killer quiet.

A sizzle and pop slid through Rika and a quiet poof sent her hair up. Yep, hormones sucked. She could barely control her own reactions, and she’d worked to perfect the red hair and she was pretty sure it sucked now. “I wanted to figure out one of the spells.” Honesty had to count, right?

Bridget closed her eyes so Rika kicked the book under the bed. The witch singer released three notes and the diary flew off the desk and into her hand. Damn. It had taken her long enough to find it, hopefully it would be right where she’d located it after the charm kicked in.

That muse spell must have needed another component—or something.

Fire licked along her hair, embarrassment was even worse than anger. It left her all kinds of crispy, and once, it had left her bald.

Rika really needed the muse.

Her so-called teacher didn’t budge from the doorway, though, and judgment rolled off her in waves.

Frustrated, she peeked around the room once. Still no muse. Damn. Double damn. “How else am I supposed to learn?” She exploded. “You’re supposed to teach me and all you do is tell me to do my chores, and make me go to school. You don’t even let me…”

Boom!

The explosion decimated the air around her and her hair flamed green and stood on end.

Crap. She stomped her feet trying to turn the flames off before they ate away her hair or worse, her clothes. The top had been expensive and it hadn’t been easy to work the security tag at the store without anyone noticing.

Martin chose that precise moment to stick his head into the room. “Problems?”

The way he looked at Bridget was sigh worthy, and when his patience gaze flicked to Rika, fresh guilt stabbed at her.

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