Elemental Arcane by Phaedra Weldon

Author:Phaedra Weldon [Weldon, Phaedra]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Fantasy, sword and sorcery, Witches, urban fantasy
Publisher: Calwell Press
Published: 2014-12-30T07:00:00+00:00

"Who wanted your attention?" I continued holding the hammer over Medbh's head.

When she didn't answer, I raised the hammer with the full intention of smashing the damn thing into pieces small enough to bread chicken with. Medbh Panko.

Crwys grabbed my wrist. I was as surprised by his intervention as much as the heat in his palm. "Stop, Sam. She's not there anymore. Can't you tell?"

"Not there?" I wrenched my wrist free and concentrated on the ceramic head and listened. He was right. There was no echo of Medbh's thoughts, not even the feel of her presence, something I was getting used too. "How is that possible? I thought she was locked into her head?"

"I don't think whatever she is, is gone. I just think she's tuned you out. Maybe passed from the physical to the mental, or even the astral."

I glared at Crwys. "Right. Like you can tell."

He fixed me with that amber red gaze of his. "I can tell many things, Sam. As you damn well know." Crwys' tone wasn't harsh or angry, but it was firm. "Put it back and come upstairs so you can tell me what the hell happened."

I left the incense in the head and just put the whole thing back in the safe without the peanut bag. The ember would snuff itself out once it reached the end of the incense.

Once upstairs, I gave him a quick and dirty review of how I came in to find the devastation, and Kyle backed me up with his version of leaving Ivan to pick up lunch.

Crwys raked his long fingers through his spiky hair, an affectation I knew meant he felt frustration, similar to one of Robin's tells. "I need to call this in. Don't touch anything."

About a half hour later and a pot of coffee, the NOPD was swarming my place. Again. And again Captain Prescott came through my door to the break room table in the back. She leaned forward and pressed her fingertips to the grand oak table. "Nice piece of furniture."

Grey at my feet, made a low wuff and I leaned down to calm her. I hadn't seen Kyle for a while. Maybe he went home. "Yeah. It is."

"Listen, Miss Hawthorne…I'm sorry about your friend, but what you told Detectives Holliard and Tulouse…I need more concrete proof that it was Miss Vervain who broke into your shop. From the looks of things—"

"Don't you think I know how it looks?" I was harsher than I meant to be, but I was inches from losing my temper. That was something I couldn't let happen.

People would get hurt.

"It looks like someone broke in and I was robbed. But the only thing missing is Ivan. His phone was on the floor, his computer smashed, and his backpack is still under the counter. That says kidnapping?"

"It might, but it doesn't say Miss Vervain is the kidnapper." She pursed her lips as she narrowed her eyes at me. "You're more concerned for him than your shop."

"Surprised? He's my friend.

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