Mystics and Mental Blocks (Amplifier 3) by Meghan Ciana Doidge

Author:Meghan Ciana Doidge [Doidge, Meghan Ciana]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-1-989571-09-5
Publisher: Meghan Ciana Doidge

Chapter 7

Opal was waiting for me at the entrance to the kitchen, but it was Capri’s gaze that I met and held. She was standing in a protection circle she had chalked in bright blue on the white tile. The circle was dormant, its edge smudged where Opal had exited.

“How quickly can you be ready to go?” I asked the blond witch.

She stiffened her shoulders. “In minutes.”

“Now?” Opal asked. “Right now?”

“Yes.” I tried to look at her, to soften the harsh expression I could feel carved across my face, but I found I couldn’t. I settled my hand on the young witch’s shoulder instead. “Please.”

She pressed her hand over mine. Then she nodded, gazing down at her feet. “I’m packed.”

Ember was sorting through the final piles of paper on the kitchen table. “I’ll stay.”

“No,” I said evenly. “The house will be easier to defend when I’m not worried about protecting you.”

Aiden stepped up behind me, then around, running his fingers along my outstretched arm. Then he settled his hand over Opal’s and mine.

The young witch looked up at him, blinking. “I could help,” she whispered.

“Always,” he murmured. “But Emma and I will feel better if you’re safely away while we help Samantha deal with the people hunting her.”

“You’ll escort the witches to the airport?” I asked. My tone was hard and pointed. I had no desire to ever address Aiden sounding like that, but he simply squeezed Opal’s hand and mine as he nodded.

“I’ve texted Jenni —”

“It’s too dangerous.”

He gave me a quelling look.

And for some reason I accepted it. I wasn’t alone in needing to protect Opal. Aiden was right beside me. The sorcerer was a valuable resource. And so was Jenni Raymond, for escorting the witches at least.

He laughed quietly, as if completely understanding my need to make rational, not emotional, choices.

Christopher and Samantha stepped around us. The telekinetic crossed to the fridge, pulling out apple juice. The clairvoyant went to the cupboard, grabbing a glass and setting it on the island. They were pointedly not looking at each other. Their individual magic ghosted their movements.

I ignored them both, focusing instead on my hand on Opal’s shoulder, her hand on mine, and Aiden’s on top of both. Gentle magic shifted between us.

Capri’s gaze on me was steady. “What are we up against?” The witch’s tone was brusque but not unkind.

“Two black witches. Twins,” I said. “They’re employed by some sort of powerful telepath who calls herself a mystic. As Aiden said, they’re here for Samantha, but unfortunately, they saw me with Opal in the park. So that puts her on their radar.”

Capri and Ember exchanged glances. The lawyer witch grimaced. Then she started gathering all her neat piles of paper, placing them in her briefcase.

“The witches are drained,” Aiden said. Squeezing our hands again, then releasing them, he continued on into the kitchen. “It will most likely take them days to recover, if not a week.”

I glanced down the hall, feeling Paisley prowling toward us. “Opal, I’ll be up right behind you.

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