Potions and Plunder: A Psychic Witch Paranormal Cozy Mystery (Midlife is Magic Series Book 3) by Clare Lockhart

Author:Clare Lockhart [Lockhart, Clare]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Apatite Publishing
Published: 2023-11-13T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

When I woke the next morning, it wasn’t because of the blazing sun streaking into my berth. No, it was still dark, and I’d been in a deep sleep that nothing short of a sharp thwack to the jaw could pull me from. Sundance!

“Hey, cut that out!” I said, opening my eyes so I could grab his paw before he hit me again.

Ah, you’re awake. Lovely. I figured you’d want to know my food bowl is empty.

I sighed, brushing hair from my face. “You figured I was in a deep sleep and worried about your food bowl, huh? What’s it been? Four hours since you last ate?”

Not quite. I’m no couch potato, you know. I’m active. I need calories, and the idea of hunting for nourishment is repulsive. I won’t do it.

“Fine. Just give me a minute.” I stuffed my feet into slippers, pulled on a sweater against the chill, and used the bathroom.

“It’s only six-fifteen,” I complained. “New rule. No waking me up before daylight.”

“Meow.”

“Sure, pretend you can only talk cat now.”

As I filled his bowl with wet food (not dry) as commanded, I told him about what I believed was the effect of my cookies.

Well done. I’m proud of you, Adelaide. He bounded to his bowl, wolfing down his food indelicately.

I snorted at his response. He’d sounded like a parent. A ravished parent. You’d think he’d not eaten in days.

I was rather proud of myself, too. I’d used my witchcraft successfully. With this revelation came that familiar hum in my ears. Just thinking about the power inside me seemed to get it going. I should think about something else. Like finding Fiona a place to live.

After making coffee, I looked for rentals on the online community news site and found a couple of places available in Whalesback Cove, so that was promising. Since I didn’t know Fiona’s price range, I wouldn’t reach out to these landlords without speaking to her first.

A knock sounded on my hatch.

“Coming!”

I slid back the top hatch and peered into the dim illumination provided by a dock light. Fiona stood in the cockpit, one hand holding her hat in place while the tail-ends of her printed scarf fluttered in the breeze.

“Fiona!” I exclaimed. “It’s not even daylight. What are you doing here?”

“I’ve had a realization, and I wanted to talk to you about it right away.”

Next time, I’d have to add a caveat to my spell that people don’t share their self-awareness insights with me before dawn. “Okay. Come on down.” I stepped back.

“Can you come up here? I need a little help.”

“With what?” I asked, cautiously.

I climbed out of the cabin to see suitcases on the dock—four of them. No, five!

“What is all this stuff?”

“Shhh,” she said, looking toward Xavier’s boat. “Just a few of my things. The taxi driver was kind to bring them this far for me.”

I guess she’d taken my talk yesterday to heart and had left Cecile’s place. Served me right that she’d landed on my doorstep after I’d offered her bespelled cookies.

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