Wicked Conjuring by Sarah Piper

Wicked Conjuring by Sarah Piper

Author:Sarah Piper [Piper, Sarah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Two Gnomes Media


Chapter Twenty-Two

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I spend the next few nights with my new A-team of crackerjack supernatural sleuths alternating between eating our weight in Auggie’s delicious night-breakfasts, mainlining copious amounts of creamy caffeinated goodness, and digging through the lore for the clues that will lead us to that elusive needle-that’s-not-a-needle in the haystack-that’s-more-like-Mount-Everest. As the resident non-magic witch and mortal with less than a quarter century under her belt, I’m not sure I’m really contributing much to the project, but honestly?

I’m really starting to enjoy the company of my gargoyles.

Rook and Auggie’s company, anyway.

Since the night we made our deal, I’ve only seen Draegan a few times in passing, which is probably for the best, given his less-than-sunny disposition and my newly discovered penchant for pushing buttons—especially authority figure buttons. Daddy issues much? Yeah. Given my betrayal and abandonment issues with my father, I’m sure a therapist would have a field day with that one.

But Jude?

My heart sinks. I haven’t seen him since he dragged me back into the manor after my failed escape attempt, when I basically told him to leave me with Draegan and take a hike.

I know he’s been around—the other night after my shower, I returned to the bedroom to find a series of boxes stacked along the wall. My clothes, my books, toiletries, my entire collection of crystals and Tarot decks—everything I owned promptly transferred from my old home to the new. My mysterious delivery man’s scent was everywhere.

But the delivery man himself was nowhere to be found.

Now, as I climb into bed just after sunrise, fresh guilt gnaws at my stomach. Maybe I was a little harsh on him, all things considered.

Okay, fine. Maybe I’m starting to miss the psychotic gargoyle.

I twist the bone ring around my thumb and drift off to sleep, hoping if I can’t find him in my bed, maybe I can at least find him in my dreams.



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