Southern Potions by Amy Boyles

Author:Amy Boyles [Boyles, Amy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: LADYBUGBOOKS LLC
Published: 2019-01-14T06:00:00+00:00

FOURTEEN

“Um. How do I use these?”

I stared at the cuffs and suddenly realized I actually had less than no idea of what I was supposed to do with them. I mean, it was one thing to tighten a connection with Axel if he was wearing the bands, and something completely different to attempt to connect with my mute grandmother trapped in a toad’s body.

Wasn’t it?

Yes. It was.

“Try to reach her like you normally would,” he said gently. “Do what you would in any other circumstance.”

That would actually mean I would grab a chocolate bar and watch someone else do the work.

Kidding. Kidding.

I closed my eyes and focused on Betty. The bands’ effects were immediate. Magic swelled in me, and I felt a rush of power. Yet at the same time all the magic became focused as if it had one primary task.

I was the person to create that task.

Betty? I launched the words at her like a missile. It was nearly a scream I was so desperate to talk to her, hear her smart mouth refer to me as kid and watch her light up her corncob pipe.

It was all I wanted.

Betty, can you hear me?

The power was working. How could it not be? It felt like someone had stuck my entire body in a light socket and filled me with a jolt of magic.

But still it wasn’t working. I focused on the bands and willed them to churn out more power. To burn more magic.

Power flared. It filled the room, taking up its own space and seeming to breathe its own air.

Betty!

More silence.

I blinked and caught Axel’s glance. “I can’t reach her. I don’t know what else to do.”

He folded his arms. Biceps like concrete swelled through his shirt. “More. Use all the power.”

“But I’ll burn them up.” Meaning the cuffs.

He shrugged. I tried not to feel the sting of his nonchalance, but it did hit hard. I told myself he did care about connecting with me when he was a werewolf but right now finding Betty was more important. Saving her was the one thing we needed most.

I closed my eyes and pushed, shoved, yanked and pulled. The room was so thick with magic I could’ve plucked it from the air and threw it into a stew.

Betty, can you hear me?

Pepper?

Hope flared in my chest. I pushed the bands to burn more power. Betty! We need the potion. The recipe. You’re trapped!

Pepper I’m forgetting—

A loud crack splintered the air. My eyelids flared open. The bands on Betty had popped off. Mine were smoking and ready to ignite.

“Oh no!” I flipped them off my wrists right before they burst into flames. They fell to the floor. The leather curled and charred as it was consumed.

Axel tossed the cuffs covering Betty atop mine. They smoked. Orange fingers shot out underneath. The cuffs burst into flames with a swoosh.

And then they were gone as if they’d never existed to begin with.

The room smelled of smoke and burnt leather. I exhaled a sharp breath.

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