Which Witchery Is That? by Sam Cheever

Author:Sam Cheever [Cheever, Sam]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Fantasy, Action & Adventure, Paranormal, Mystery & Detective, Amateur Sleuth
ISBN: 9781950331734
Google: YStQEAAAQBAJ
Publisher: Electric Prose Publications
Published: 2021-11-22T10:09:50+00:00

I stood in a room that was ridiculously fancy for an underwater castle. I’d expected nautical themes, ship’s wheels, and lots of shells. But it was worse. Everything was gilded and velvet, in colors of garish reds and purples as if the space belonged to a king or queen from Ancient Europe.

None of it was my taste. And, more surprisingly, it wasn’t what I’d expect from the crone, who had dachshunds on her shoes and wore torn jeans. Then again, the healer’s strongest asset seemed to be her ability to surprise and shock.

The best part of the room, however, was the wall-sized window overlooking the busy and colorful ocean life around the castle. Fish in vibrant blues, yellows, and oranges darted around brightly-colored coral and an array of seaweeds in vivid shades of green. Everything formed a beautiful contrast to the spectacular white of the sand, which sparkled like diamonds in the sunlight that somehow managed to reach the ocean floor around us.

Juxtaposed to the harmless beauty of the scene, the occasional, shadowy shape of a massive shark moved slowly past, its black eyes cold and merciless as it casually pillaged a school of fish and then moved on to continue its deadly assault on the next happy-go-lucky group.

It was the perfect metaphor for the castle’s owner. The crone was a lethal shark wearing cute sneakers and a funny shirt. If one wasn’t careful, it would be easy to forget she was a cold-blooded predator.

Someone had taken Monty away when they’d showed me to my room, insisting he needed freshening up as well as food to fill his belly. Given my dog’s hatred of baths and obsession with food, I figured he was experiencing both his Heaven and Hell wherever they’d taken him.

Ignoring the spicy scent of the food on the large silver tray behind me, I stared out the window, wondering what had happened to Ferral and the two lost ones who’d given their lives to protect their princess.

It was my first opportunity to grieve, and I was discovering that the grief ran much deeper than I’d expected.

Ferral and I hadn’t been friends. Far from it. But his caustic personality and bossy ways had grown on me. Weirdly. And I discovered I would miss him. Particularly his advice about the magical world. His loss would leave a big hole in my heart, knowledge, and training.

There was a soft knock on the door. It opened a beat later and a welcome face popped through. “Do you have a minute?” my sister asked.

Tears burned my eyes when I saw her, and I opened my arms as moisture slid hotly down my cheeks. “I was so worried,” I choked out through a suddenly tight throat.

Bev strode over and wrapped me in a hug. “I’m sorry to go behind your back. But I knew mom was safer with you there. The angel kept me safe.”

Pulling back, I blinked in surprise. “Angel?”

Bev laughed. “You didn’t know?”

Had I known? Probably. On a subconscious level. I realized I’d wanted Gren to tell me.

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