Witchslapped in Westerham by Dionne Lister

Author:Dionne Lister [Lister, Dionne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-0-648-34894-8
Publisher: Dionne Lister

Chapter 9

That evening, as I was readying for bed and brushing my teeth in the main bathroom, Angelica appeared at the door. I froze and looked at her through the mirror. She was holding onto the doorframe, and her cheeks were flushed. She didn’t look well. I hadn’t been sure what to expect when I finally saw her, but this wasn’t it. There were even a few tendrils of hair loose from her bun, and that never happened.

I turned around. “Are you all right?”

She looked at me, confused. “Lily?”

I wrinkled my forehead. Was she kidding? “Yes, it’s me. Are you sick?”

“Yes. I don’t feel well at all. I’m dizzy and have a headache. I may even have a temperature.”

“Do you want help getting to your room?”

“Yes, I think so. Thank you.”

I spat the toothpaste in the sink and rinsed my mouth. Then I helped her downstairs and to her room. She sat on the bed and placed a hand on her forehead.

I gazed around her spotless bedroom, wondering if I should offer to help her change. It was awkward. I wasn’t used to seeing her like this, and I knew she wasn’t used to asking for help. Had Dana’s tampering with her mind injured her? Or had Dana put something in the tea that would affect her? I stopped staring out the window at her back garden and fields beyond. As embarrassed as she would probably be when she had her right mind back, she needed my help now. Feeling uncomfortable wasn’t going to help.

“Do you need me to help you change for bed?”

“Ah, no. I think I can manage.” Her normally strong voice was meek, uncertain.

“Where do you keep your pyjamas?”

“That drawer over there.” She pointed to her built-in wardrobe. I opened the door she’d pointed at. “The second drawer from the top.”

I opened it and pulled out a pair of short-sleeved blue ones with knee-length pants. I held them up for her to see. “Are these okay?”

“Yes, thank you, dear.”

I handed them to her. She stared at me, her brow furrowed.

“Do you need anything else? Would you like me to call Beren?” I wasn’t sure what the protocol was for ill witches. Would a normal doctor be fine, or did they need a witch doctor? And not the tribal kind. Beren was an exceptional healer, and he could probably help.

“I don’t think so. A good night’s rest is all I need. I haven’t slept for two days.” That’d do it. “So much work to do. I would have stayed at work, but Agent Lam sent me home. Dana is such a treasure. She’ll be running the PIB one day. It will be wonderful to have a woman in charge.”

I practiced my poker face, but in her state, she likely wouldn’t notice my shock or disdain. Whatever Dana had done to her had really messed her up. I’d never seen her so, well, old and subservient. She was behaving like a ninety-year-old, not someone in their fifties. I mean, the Angelica I knew would never be sent home by anyone.

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