Witches In Flight (WitchLight Trilogy: Book 3) by Geary Debora

Author:Geary, Debora [Geary, Debora]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Fireweed Publishing
Published: 2012-03-25T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

Jennie sat in the corner beside Vero, watching the quiet and not-so-quiet drama unfold. The players were lining up in some interesting ways tonight. “Melvin’s adopted Elsie for the evening, I see.”

“She needs a father figure.” Vero smiled and rolled spaghetti on her fork. “And he understands loneliness in a way that you and I never could.”

Jennie blinked. “I would have thought you and I were on pretty much opposite ends of the spectrum there.” Vero lived for a crowd. Jennie generally hid from them.

Vero’s laugh was always contagious, even when she tried to tuck herself into a quiet corner. “Indeed. But I’m never lonely because there is always an audience, even if only in my mind. And you’re never lonely because you seek to be alone—it nourishes you.”

All true—and still a piece missing. “And Elsie?”

“When a flower first opens, it creates new spaces. And until sunlight and summer breezes filter in, there is emptiness.” Vero smiled, eyes on the couch. “Elsie’s blooming. My Melvin is telling her the sun is coming, and to rest easy with the new spaces.”

Vero wasn’t a mindreader. Jennie raised an eyebrow curiously. “And you know this because?”

“He came to tell her.” Vero winked and rose off her chair. “I came to tell you.”

Jennie watched her walk off, pretty sure the aura of mystery was intentional. That, too, was a message. WitchLight was big on people figuring things out for themselves. And twenty-five years later, it could still be annoying.

Nat slid into the chair Vero had just vacated.

Jennie raised an eyebrow. “Have you come to deliver other cryptic messages?”

“Nope. I’m just hungry.” Nat laughed, diving into her plate of spaghetti. “And unlike my husband, I can’t levitate my plate, so it helps to have a place to sit.” She grinned and waved a fork. “Eat up—apparently we might be having a magic show after dinner.”

At Witch Central, that could mean all kinds of things. “A careful one, I hope? Charlie doesn’t know he eats with witches.” And so far everyone had been on good-enough behavior that he might not find out before the night was over.

Nat smiled, chewing happily. “He’s probably going to find out. Lauren is currently giving my husband mind-heck for telling Josh he was a mind witch, but not mentioning any of his other talents.”

Oh, what tangled webs they weaved. Since Lauren was presently talking to Josh, it wasn’t hard to work out what had happened. Jennie sighed. Charlie was going to be unbearable to work with after this. He’d always accused her of witchery with a camera. “We’re giving Josh a crash course in witch powers, are we? Has anyone warned Lizard?”

Nat grinned. “Jamie thinks that should be your job. He’s busy dishing spaghetti.”

And he’d sent one of the few messengers she was pretty much guaranteed not to shoot. Jennie reached out with her mind. Nice try, nephew mine. You started this line of dominoes, you get to clean up the mess along the way.

The sigh she got back was long-suffering—and not at all surprised.

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