Witchcraft & Winds by Emilia Spring

Author:Emilia Spring [Spring, Emilia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-03-16T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nineteen

"I don't have time for you," Marguerite dismissed me with a wave in my direction.

I stood there in the front doorway of the main house. Blinked at her. "Okay," I said. Not that I was entirely unhappy that she wanted to skip my lesson, just – sort of baffled.

Then again, she and the aunts gave me that feeling on a regular basis. The whole town did.

"What should I do instead?" I asked.

"Sam is at the soup kitchen, Avery is at the glassmaker's." She waved a hand at me, made a shooing motion. "Go watch them."

“Okay," I said, turning around and then pausing. "Where do I find those?"

Marguerite just looked at me, and I decided wisely not to push her for an answer. Instead I turned back around and headed deeper into the house, looking for one of the aunts. I found Aspen sitting in the living room, reading a book in a language I couldn't understand. I wasn't even sure if it was one of the Earth-based languages. The script looked pretty, almost like pictures.

She met my eyes and smiled. She was kind of like the wise old crazy aunt, in a way. The one that was quiet until she said something, and then people listened to her wisdom.

That or they just sort of listened because she was crazy. "Yes?" Her voice was melodic in a way that no one else's was.

"Do you know where the soup kitchen is?" I asked, surprised that a town that small had a soup kitchen.

"Go down Main Street, turn onto Carver," she said. "If you go all the way down, it's at the end of that road."

"Awesome, thanks." I turned to leave, but she reached out and grabbed my wrist, stopping me in my tracks. I stared at her, my heart skipping a beat. There was something dark in her eyes, something born of years of experience.

"I hope you know what you're doing," she said, something strange to her voice. Then it faded, and she smiled again, letting go of me. "It's right next to a homeless camp," she added. "Sam and Clementine go there a couple times a week."

I smiled and nodded, feeling nerves skitter across my skin. I mean, I sort of was socializing with crazy people. It was understandable to be freaked out on occasion. I had nothing against crazy people. I had worked with a ton of them. But crazy people combined with magic; I wasn’t quite sure what to do with yet.

Like Aspen said, the soup kitchen was pretty easy to find. It was a taller, nicer building than I'd expected it to be, the roof slanted towards a peak, the windows wide and cheery. It was the tan color I’d seen on several other buildings in Arizona.

When I got inside, I realized that it was an abandoned church. The pews were still intact, just around tables now. Given what I'd read about the history that morning, it filled me with some sort of irony. Vampires and a

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