Once Blessed, Thrice Cursed: A Sister Witches Urban Fantasy #1 by Coralie Moss

Author:Coralie Moss [Moss, Coralie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781989446058
Publisher: Pink Moon Books
Published: 2019-11-30T06:00:00+00:00

10

Maritza sewed herself a top from the pieces I cut, and I rehydrated and shared some of her snacks. Beryl led the four of us down the stairs to Mom’s cramped, ground-floor office. We all had to squeeze in as we waited for her to press the emerald to the keyhole. That door slid open. The lights she’d left on earlier had gone off.

“Lucerna lumen.” Beryl flicked her fingers at the wall to her right, then left, then explained, “Mom taught me that spell when I was going through an extended period of being afraid of the dark.”

On both walls, rows of glowing, clear-glass balls hung from braided cords in pristine condition. I ran my fingertips along the fibers and recognized my mother’s handiwork. Where most parents braided their kids’ hair using three strands, she often used four or five when taming our unruly waves for school.

“Would you like to lead the way, Alabastair?”

“Only if you are uncomfortable doing so,” he said.

“This is one of those moments where attitude matters. You look way scarier than either me or Clemmie. And I don’t mean that to sound like an insult.” Like me, Beryl hadn’t packed for an extended stay and was wearing the same pink dress, cropped puffy jacket, and black boots as yesterday. I had loaned her the extra pair of stretchy cotton exercise shorts I found in my suitcase.

“Your assessment was not taken as an insult. Put something heavy on the floor so the door cannot slide closed.”

I wedged the wooden chair in at an angle and we were good to go. These steps were stone, cold and worn in the middle. Alabastair stopped when he reached a small landing, then turned the corner and disappeared.

“Watch yourselves,” he said, his voice muffled. “The lights on the walls are lit but there’s something coating the stone and it’s quite slippery.”

I will not picture slimy things. I will not picture slimy things.

I had zero desire to give my imagination any leash at all. The steps were hazardous. I would not imagine why. And I would scrub the bottoms of my boots at the first opportunity.

“Breathe, Sissy. Put your hand on my shoulder if you need. I’m your emotional support sister. Alderose would just tell you to put your big girl pants on.”

“Thanks, B.” I clutched at her jacket’s puffy fabric and we rounded the corner in tandem.

The smell of damp earth intensified as our boots and shoes ground against the bits of stone dusting the steps. Bas finally declared we had arrived. “Would you try that variation of the Illuminata spell again, Beryl?”

I stumbled as Beryl’s jacket slid off her shoulders and almost came off in my hand. “Sorry,” I mumbled, readjusting the jacket and shifting my grip to the belt of her dress.

“You okay back there?” she asked.

“Yeah.”

Beryl reached behind and patted my hand before lifting her right arm. “Lucerna lumen.” A faint sputtering issued from a niche in the wall.

“This cellar is quite old,” Maritza said. “I believe it was here before the building on top of us was built.

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