To Love a Witch by Amanda M. Lee

Author:Amanda M. Lee [Lee, Amanda M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: WinchesterShaw Publications
Published: 2020-05-05T05:00:00+00:00

Sixteen

“I’m not carrying that around.” Thistle glared with overt hostility at the voodoo doll Clove had wrapped in a towel. “It’s not going to happen.”

Clove feigned patience. “You agreed to compete for godmother duties.”

“That’s not how I remember things.” Thistle ducked her head and turned to avoid Clove’s insistent hand. “I’m not carrying that thing around. You can’t make me.”

Clove cradled the rag doll against her chest. “Is that how you’re going to treat my baby?”

“That’s not your baby.”

“It is for today’s purposes.”

“But it’s not. You realize that’s not really a baby?” Thistle turned her eyes to me. “Maybe we should lock her up until the kid is born. She’s clearly losing it.”

That elicited a scowl from Clove. “I’m well aware that it’s not a real baby. I’m not an idiot.”

Thistle didn’t look convinced. “We should call our moms,” she stage whispered.

“Oh, you suck.” Clove threw herself in the chair, holding the rag doll against her chest as if it really did have feelings. “Don’t listen to her, baby. She’s going to love you ... eventually.”

“Oh, good grief.” Thistle fumed, but her glare was directed at me. “Stop laughing! This isn’t remotely funny.”

“Oh, it’s funny.” I rested my feet on the table. I’d been mixing godmother competition duties with research and had one of the private books from the back of the store open on my lap. “This says there are certain poltergeists that can’t be controlled by a necromancer. It also says that they get more and more destructive, to the point they have to be destroyed.”

“How do you destroy them?” Thistle was eager to disengage from the baby competition and focus on anything else. “Are we going to need a potion? A ritual maybe?”

“It doesn’t say. I don’t think it’ll be easy, though. Floyd was a regular poltergeist and he took a bit of work.”

“We weren’t regularly practicing back then,” Clove pointed out. “We were dabbling, which was a great disappointment to Aunt Tillie. We’ve been better lately.”

She was right. “Yeah. I guess.” I sighed. I still missed the heavenly doughnut smell. “You don’t think women all over town are throwing themselves at Landon, do you?”

Thistle smirked as she settled on the couch. “Probably. I wouldn’t worry about it too much. I’m pretty sure he’s a one-witch man these days.”

“He doesn’t seem bothered by the prospect, though,” I noted. “He could at least pretend to be upset.”

“It’s fun for him now, when you’re the one rubbing up against him. When Mrs. Little starts doing it, then we’ll hear some crying.”

The thought hadn’t occurred to me and I immediately brightened. “I bet he’s going to have to talk to her, too, because of her visit to me. She tried to make me swear I wouldn’t tell anyone about her interest in the property, but we all know I never intended to follow through.”

“That’s weird, right?” Clove shoved the doll at Thistle. “Hold her. Love her.”

Thistle rolled her eyes but finally accepted the doll, resting it on her chest as if it weighed twenty pounds and she was having trouble breathing.

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