A Witch Through Time: A Scottish Witches Mystery (Scottish Witches Mysteries Book 4) by Felicity Green

Author:Felicity Green [Green, Felicity]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-05-23T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

MARYANNA

Argyll Forest Park and Tarbet, May 1937

Maryanna swayed.

She looked around frantically.

There was a fire, and the other witches were standing around it in a circle.

It looked like her coven, and they had to be in the Argyll Forest Park. Other than that, she couldn’t tell what was happening right away.

Maryanna had been to many gatherings just like this, when the witches were celebrating a ritual.

“Are you all right?” Mairi’s voice made her flinch.

Her grandmother was standing right next to her.

Maryanna could only nod. She tried to take in steady breaths.

She had to stay calm. She needed to figure out where she was…no, when she was…

“Have you ever tasted champagne?”

It was Morven’s unmistakable smoky voice.

Maryanna slowly turned her head in Morven’s direction.

Matilda was standing right next to her, and Morven was the next witch in the circle.

“No? It’s delicious. It tickles your throat and makes you delightfully giddy. Just hand me a glass of water and I’ll turn it into the most exquisite and expensive champagne.”

Maryanna sucked in air. She was used to a sense of déjà vu when she’d had her brief visions, but this was something else entirely.

When she realized what must have happened, it felt like a rug was pulled from under her feet.

“Oh, wait, you don’t need to bring it to me.”

She could barely perceive Morven’s voice. It was as if it came through a thick fog.

When the cup rose into the air and floated toward them, she couldn’t deny it anymore.

She had traveled back to Beltane, 1937.

Maryanna’s stomach turned, and the contents came out in one fell swoop. The slices of ham she’d almost swallowed whole earlier were visible on the dark forest ground.

Maryanna just stared at them, panting. This certainly hadn’t happened last time. What would happen now? And where was her younger self, the Maryanna who’d stood in this very spot when all of this had happened last year?

Mairi took her by the arm and brushed her hair out of her face. “Somebody, please pour a cup of water for my granddaughter. She’s unwell.”

“Yes, no champagne for this one,” Morven said in a mocking voice.

Matilda giggled. “The Beltane brew was already too much for her.”

Maryanna accepted the cup of water someone pressed into her hands. It was good to have something solid to hang on to. Drinking the cool liquid helped, too.

She felt better right away.

Her hand was shaking only a little when she passed the empty cup to Mairi. “It’s okay, I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?” Her grandmother studied her critically. “You seem…different.”

“It’s okay, really. Let’s get on with the ritual, just as if this had never happened,” Maryanna urged.

Mairi continued the ritual, but she kept shooting her concerned glances.

Maryanna was preoccupied with trying to act the same way as she had done at the Beltane Festival last year, so she wouldn’t further disrupt anything.

She’d only come here to change some very specific events, and it seemed as if she had been dropped into the past at random. She hadn’t been prepared at all.

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