A Lying Witch Book Two by Odette C. Bell

Author:Odette C. Bell [Bell, Odette C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B01M5HX978
Barnesnoble: B01M5HX978
Publisher: Odette C. Bell
Published: 2016-10-29T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 7

The next thing I knew, we were organizing a séance. I say we. I, of course, just sat there and did nothing. It wasn’t as if I knew any witches.

In my head, séances consisted of naked witches dancing around under the moonlight.

That’s not what I got.

Once Bridgette and Sarah had made their hasty calls and gathered together their coven, they led me towards the back of the store.

Sarah Anne reached underneath the collar of her sweet dress and pulled out a carved key.

I recognized it as a transport key.

“Bridgette, do you have the incense?” Sarah called out to Bridgette who was marching down the hallway behind us.

“There is some in the warehouse.”

“And chalk from the Isle of Wight?”

“I’ve got some in my pocket,” Bridgette said as she came to a rest beside us and patted her pocket.

Sarah Anne let out a tense sigh. “Then I guess we’ve got everything we need.” She made eye contact with me. “You should probably start concentrating on Fagan now. Remember absolutely everything you can about him. Every detail. It’ll help us do a location spell.”

I gritted my teeth, even though I should probably have been asking questions like what a location spell was and how exactly I was meant to help with a séance if I’d never experienced one before.

Sarah didn’t give me the opportunity to question. She whirled on her foot, brought up the carved key, and jammed it in the lock.

There was a distinct grating sound as the door unlocked. Then she settled a hand on the handle, breathed in another tense breath, and opened the door.

It swung open into a warehouse.

Fortunately, this one was not covered with plastic, so my stomach didn’t have to kick with fear.

The warehouse was relatively clean. It looked pretty old, too, from the turn of last century, if I was any guess. Instead of metal pylons holding up the large ceiling, they were made out of brick and carved wood. Though the concrete floor was cracked in places, otherwise it looked as if it had been meticulously cleaned.

At first, it appeared as if there were soft, dimmed lights lighting up the room. But as my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I realized there was a circle of candles in the middle of the room.

About 100.

Women and men were gathering, chatting in hushed voices. They stopped speaking as Sarah strode forward. Bridgette was at her side, and she peeled off, heading towards a basket that rested by the candles. It was chock-full of incense sticks. She called someone over, and they began lighting them one by one.

So this was my first séance, ha? Though it was a stupid thought considering what forces were after me, I wondered when we’d start getting naked. Because it wasn’t as if I’d never been naked in front of Max, right?

A totally inappropriate thought, I told myself as I clenched my teeth and watched the proceedings.

Sarah continued to talk to the other witches in low tones, obviously instructing them on what was to happen next.

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