Witch in Progress (A Blair Wilkes Mystery Book 1) by Elle Adams

Author:Elle Adams [Adams, Elle]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-05-29T05:00:00+00:00

10

I backed away from the werewolves, and a withered hand rested on my arm. I jumped, looking sideways at the woman sitting in the only vacant seat. She leaned forwards and whispered in my ear, “I hear you’re a seer.”

Her eyes shone eagerly, making me want to back away. She looked a few sandwiches short of a picnic, to say the least. Her hair was a purple bird’s nest and looked like it hadn’t been washed in decades, and a wand stuck out from behind her ear. I really hoped she couldn’t cast spells using it from that angle.

“Not exactly,” I said carefully. I’d have to seriously revise everything that came into my head before speaking it aloud if I didn’t want a repeat of the bookshop incident.

“There was a witch who lived here once. I knew her,” she said. “Uncanny ability, being able to see the essence of a person without seeing their face.”

“Uh. I can’t… exactly…” How did she know I could do that? I hadn’t told her.

Thankfully, at that moment, Alissa came out of one of the rooms. “Blair?” she said. “What are you doing here?”

“I came to check on Callie. I heard her screaming from all the way down the road.”

“She’s fine. Just a little disorientated. Ava, you’re not supposed to be out of the ward.” She addressed the old seer, who gave me one last piercing look before shuffling away.

“Who’s she? A coven leader?”

“Retired,” she said. “Ignore everything she says. Old Ava lost her marbles before she lost her hair. She likes giving false prophecies to mess with people.”

“So the bird’s nest is a wig?”

“Yes, and the wand isn’t real, don’t worry. It’s made of plastic.”

A nurse poked her head out of the room, calling to Alissa. “I’ll be back in a minute,” she said, heading into the room again. Leaving me alone with the werewolves.

If not for my sixth sense telling me what they were, I might have mistaken them for one large, very handsome family. All were blond and Scandinavian-looking, and none were outwardly paranormal, but my sixth sense now snapped on without conscious thought. Uncanny was one way of putting it. Bloody terrifying was another. Some of those wolves looked even more intimidating than Steve the Gargoyle, and though they seemed to cover several generations, all were blond and looked about the same age. I’d never asked if werewolves aged, like vampires didn’t. I should have brought a handbook, but I’d never thought to search the bookshop for Paranormals for Dummies either. I doubted one existed. Either you were born into the world and knew it, or you weren’t. No middle ground.

I stiffened when one of the larger werewolves got to his feet, making his way towards me with determined strides. He was really, really tall, which hadn’t been obvious when he’d been sitting down, and I’d unintentionally backed myself into a corner when I’d walked away from Ava.

“You’re Callie’s co-worker?”

“Yes, I am.” There was no point in pretending otherwise, and not just because I didn’t fancy being acquainted with the floor tiles here.

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