Worth His Salt by Ofelia Grand

Author:Ofelia Grand [Grand, Ofelia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: paranormal, witch, ghost, humour, gay romance, mm romance, paranormal gay, lgbt romance, ghost haunting, paranormal mm
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Closing the Circle

“Don’t scare him!” Eldred wanted to strangle Lachtin almost as much as he wanted to reach out and touch him. As fucked up as it was, he was envying Mo for the hand resting on his arm. He needed it; he needed Lachtin.

The energy inside of him was flying in every direction, and while he could sense the possible Fetch, he couldn’t point out the exact place. His heart was banging in his ribcage; cold tremors overtook his body.

“He needs to know what’s going on.” Lachtin was far more annoyed than he let on, it was a silent blazing strong enough to leave Eldred breathless.

“What is going on?” Mo shifted his weight, and for the first time today he reminded Eldred of the man he’d been when they’d first met—big and reliable.

“I told you I’m a witch, didn’t I?” Eldred had mentioned it but probably not in a way to make Mo realise he actually was one.

Mo narrowed his eyes and hopelessness washed over Eldred—there was no time to convince a sceptic, and he needed Mo if this was going to work. He needed both of them. He might be the one doing the banishing, but he couldn’t do it without grounding and joined faith.

“You might have…”

Lachtin sighed dramatically. “I’m sorry, Mo darling, but you’ve stepped into some craziness. You see, we’re from a magical family.” He rolled his eyes and Eldred wanted to tell him to shut the fuck up, but perhaps it was best Mo heard it from him. “You could probably tell the moment he introduced himself.”

“Erm…no?” Mo shot him a look with raised eyebrows.

“No? You think normal people name their kids Eldred?”

“I…erm…I don’t know. He was mocking my name so…”

“It’s a defence mechanism of his.”

“Oh, come on, Latch!” Eldred took a step closer, needing to be in his energy field as the air around them continued to grow chillier.

“Names have powers. Henstare is a powerful family. Eldred means wise red-haired man—I guess Mother had some hopes of it helping with his intelligence.”

“Yeah, well, Lachtin means milk coloured—I wonder what her hopes were there.” Eldred took another step closer to Lachtin and looked around the dimly lit shop—he couldn’t see anything.

“Could you…” Mo looked between them. “Could you cut the brotherly banter and get to the point?”

“Rightio.” Lachtin reached out and touched Eldred, the energy washing over him like a warm summer wind. He could feel the sun shining on his face, could hear the leaves rustling, and the ground firmly under his feet.

Lachtin peered at Mo while continuing to flood Eldred with grounding energy. “Do you sense anything strange?”

“Sense how?” Mo’s voice had grown a little tight.

“Hot or cold, hairs standing on end, perhaps you can see something?”

Mo turned pale and stared out the window. “What if I do?”

Without thinking Eldred reached out and touched the arm Lachtin wasn’t touching, closing them in a circle. Energy shot up from the middle and for a second Eldred’s knees threatened to fold underneath him.

“W-What does it look like?” Eldred could smell rotting flesh and forced himself not to gag.

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