This Spells Doom by Stacey Alabaster

Author:Stacey Alabaster [Alabaster, Stacey]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Fairfield Publishing
Published: 2020-05-25T16:00:00+00:00

There was a slicing sound as I closed the blades of the clippers, and the plum twig fell to the ground. As magical as my plums were, they still required a lot of manual gardening to keep them ripe and juicy and earning me cash on the side. As I clipped away, I wondered what I had gotten myself into. I was living in a modern world. But suddenly, I felt like I was back in the 1600s. Is that what this was? A literal witch hunt?

Is that what The Agency had come to town to do?

Taylor waved at me from a paddock away. He was dragging a wheelbarrow full of parts to fix the broken gate with. The way he earned his keep—his rent and food—was by taking care of the farm work, especially the bits that required heavy manual labor. It helped me out a lot, because it freed up my time to focus on my detective business.

But I didn’t let him come near the plums. The plums trees were my special domain.

Taylor was keeping one eye on me, even while he pulled out his tool box and starting sawing off some timber for the broken part of the gate. I climbed down off my ladder.

I did trust the kid.

But had I made a mistake asking him to live on the farm with me? For all I knew, he was the one who had “tattled” on us. I watched as his shoulder-length blonde hair stuck to his forehead in the heat as he hammered away. He was young. Twenty-two. He could have used the cash. Was he the one who had drawn attention to us?

Taylor was staring back at me now, and our eyes locked. To make it less awkward, I waved vigorously and asked if he wanted to join me for my special shepherd’s pie and side salad that night. He just shrugged and called back, “Sure,” before he returned to hammering.

But that night, he never came in for dinner. I had no idea where he went.

The second serving of shepherd’s pie was growing cold. I wrapped it up and put it in the fridge while Indy stared at me, not saying anything, just staring at the pie as though it held some sort of meaning. Maybe she was just hungry.

As much as Taylor had claimed to be on my side, he was a mere human. Not one of us. Not a part of the coven. Just a plain old human that I had trusted to keep my secret. It was an accident that he had ever discovered the truth. He’d overheard me very sloppily having a conversation with Vicky about witchcraft. I’d thought he was asleep at the time. Gee, maybe Geri had a point. Maybe all the witches in the coven were right. These problems had only started when I had joined them.

I had been too trusting.

I knew I had to keep my secrets closer to my chest from that point onwards.

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