Price of Magic: An Urban Fantasy Novel (Witch's Bite Series Book 2) by Stephanie Foxe

Author:Stephanie Foxe [Foxe, Stephanie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-11-09T16:00:00+00:00

I lean in and inspect my face in the mirror. Thanks to the potions I took before bed, and the healing I did on myself, the bruising and scrapes on my face are mostly gone. The shower washed away the last of the concealing potion on my hands. The welts are still red and tender.

Emilio brought all my medicinal potions to my room last night. I grab the salve and work it into my hands and up my arms. The welts don’t fade at all. I’m starting to worry they’re going to scar. Perhaps because they were made by magic they won’t heal like a regular burn. I need to try to brew a stronger version of this salve, or maybe something new.

I press my palm to a welt near my elbow and prod it with my healing magic, then yelp as it shocks me. My palm is unmarked, but it feels warm and achy. I won’t try that again anytime soon. I really need to figure out what I’ve done to myself, and soon.

There’s a knock on my door.

“Just a minute!” I shout as I hurry back to the bathroom to pull on my clothes. I’m still sticky from the shower, but I can’t let anyone see these welts. It’s bad enough Patrick saw them.

Clothes finally on, I hurry to the door and crack it. Lydia is standing in the hallway in a crisp black suit, her hair pulled up into a chignon. I pull the door completely open and step aside to let her in. Mr. Muffins runs out as she walks inside. I hope she pees on Reilly’s pillow or something.

“I’m glad you’re up,” Lydia says briskly. “Special Agents Brunson and Hawking will be here soon to take your statement.”

“I don’t have to go to the police station this time?” I ask as I walk back to the bathroom to finish getting ready.

“No, I insisted they come to you this time,” Lydia says. She tugs the comforter straight, then perches on the end of the bed since there is nowhere else to sit.

“Are they still assuming the NWR is behind this?” I ask as I brush a little mascara on my eyelashes. It makes me look a little more awake.

“Yes and no.” Lydia walks over to stand in the doorway. “Did Reilly tell you about the second bomb?”

I nod and turn to face her, leaning against the bathroom counter as I braid my hair.

“They have to investigate the possibility the NWR is, in fact, responsible. But the second bomb they found is making the agents question that.”

“Reilly said Maybelle is lying about not knowing who might want to hurt her.” I roll my eyes, still irritated about that.

“Did he say why?” Lydia asks, forehead furrowed. “She seemed adamant about finding out who had planted the bombs. She insisted the police provide extra security at the cafe as well.”

“Apparently her heartbeat gave her away,” I scoff. “I think he’s full of shit.”

“It is strange though, for her to be the target,” Lydia says thoughtfully.

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