Love the Witch, Hate the Craft: A Romantic Paranormal Mystery (The Witches of Secret Hallow Book 1) by Nora Lee

Author:Nora Lee [Lee, Nora]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-10-14T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 10

ROWAN HAD A few sweet seconds of thinking that her second day of babysitting might not be too bad. Fern was acting cute and quiet, after all. The way she leaned against Rowan gave her a slight feeling of confidence.

Then Fern made a break for Adora, who was currently enchanting a sledgehammer to smash a wall down.

“No!”

Rowan dived for Fern, seizing her hand just in time.

The sledgehammer swung harmlessly over her head. It cracked the drywall and sent pink sparkles splashing over the floor—and Fern’s feet.

“Goddess, are you okay?” Rowan asked, yanking her back.

“Relax, Rowan,” Adora said. “The girl’s fine. She just wants a better view of the work.” The witch swept her hands to guide the wreckage of the drywall to a pile in the corner.

Rowan couldn’t relax. She was afraid that anything might set Fern off on another tantrum at any moment, and that she’d destroy all the progress the witches had made.

“Could you show me your bedroom, Fern?” Rowan asked. The little girl shook her head. “We should get out of the way. Hey! Let’s go down to the beach. We can build sandcastles. I used to love doing that when I was your age.”

Fern’s eyes brightened. She darted toward the door fast enough that the kitten on her shoulder leaped to the floor.

A two-by-four whirling into place nearly struck Fern in the face.

Adora stopped it with an easy gesture.

“Maybe you guys should get hard hats,” Rowan suggested, ducking under drywall nails that looked like they had formed a conga line dancing through the air. Fern watched them with obvious delight.

“Witches don’t need hard hats!” Adora scoffed.

“Just really good reflexes!” Enid said, leaping out of the way of insulation that Adora was magicking across the living room.

Rowan held tight to Fern’s hand and led her toward the stairs.

“The beach is going to be so much fun,” Rowan said.

She didn’t have to feign enthusiasm. She was confident that the beach would be a ton of fun for Fern for the same reason that it had been fun for Rowan: no severity of witchy tantrums could hurt a beach. The ocean was an elemental force bigger than Rowan, even bigger than Hurricane Fern. If Fern could dish out the punishment, the beach could take it.

Everywhere in Secret Hallow was a short walk from the beach. They just had to cut across two blocks of cottages and head down a narrow trail through trees. A strong wind followed them, shaking red and gold leaves off the branches overhead.

The wind was cool enough that the beach was empty. A few witches walked down near the cliffs, wrapped in North Face jackets and downy hats. There was nobody in the rocky shallows at the end of the trail, though.

Fern gave a wordless shout of delight and sprinted onto the beach.

Rowan smiled as she watched the girl run, inhaling a deep breath of fresh, salty air. The beach, more than anywhere else in Secret Hallow, reminded her of idyllic childhood. Fern’s joy at being unleashed gave her sympathy flutters of happiness.

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