To Kill a Kettle Witch (Novel of the Mist-Torn Witches) by Barb Hendee

Author:Barb Hendee [Hendee, Barb]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
Published: 2016-05-02T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

When Helga stopped talking, Céline had no idea what to say.

So many revelations coming all at once were difficult to take in.

Helga was Mist-Torn. All this time, she’d had her own innate power and had never given a hint.

Worse, Céline had been warned the story was ugly, but the raw nature of it was almost overwhelming. To lose Renata in childbirth was terrible enough, but to lose Jo in such a senseless and violent manner . . .

“Oh, Helga. I’m so sorry.” At least she understood why the older woman had not been able to speak of these things. “I never meant to bring it all back like this.”

“You had to know.”

“So, after meeting Jaromir, you spent five years working up at the castle?”

“Yes, and I learned things were not so smooth in Sèone before he came. I’d never tell him what I really think of him. It would go to his head.”

Céline’s mind flashed back to that morning, to the sight of Helga holding a knife and calling for Marcus when she’d found Jago in the wagon. Céline shivered. Though Jago had made her uncomfortable, she’d had no idea.

“Does Jaromir know about Jago?” Céline asked.

“He knows some, but no one who matters knows all of it except for the leaders of all the families, and they’ll do nothing.”

“Well, Jaromir should be told everything.”

“You do it. I can’t talk about it again.”

The weight of the incredibly long day and all its events suddenly weighed down upon Céline.

“Helga, please get some rest,” she said. “Again, I’m sorry for putting you through this, but I do thank you. It helps me so much to know.”

Helga nodded once without speaking.

“I’m going to go and check on Amelie,” Céline said. “Will you be all right?”

“Of course.”

Céline wasn’t so sure Helga would be all right, but she did need to check on her sister. With a final pat of Helga’s hand, she stood up. “Crawl into bed and get some rest.”

Turning, she left the wagon and breathed in the night air, trying to push some of the long story from her mind to contemplate pieces in small doses as she could let them in.

The camp was nearly empty now, with most of the people having gone inside their wagons to sleep. Marcus sat by the campfire nearer to the white wagon. Wearing no shirt or boots, he watched her approach.

“How was the hunting?” she asked.

“Good. We brought back a deer.” He paused and then motioned to the white wagon. “I wouldn’t go in there.”

“Why not?”

“Because Amelie and Jaromir are in there together.”

Céline shook her head. “What do you mean?”

“I mean that I think they are together. Leave them be.”

As she walked to him, her eyes widened. “You mean . . . ?”

He nodded.

How did he know that? Perhaps he sensed it? Céline looked to the wagon. In truth, she’d known this was only a matter of time. The pull between her sister and Jaromir was so clear that nearly everyone saw it but the two of them.

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