Natural Witch

by K. F. Breene

  “If you did the eye-sliding spell, why are they still looking at the house?” I asked, watching the woman take out a couple of green items from her satchel. She set them at her feet.

  “They have the address, and your neighbors’ houses are all numbered. Their eyes might try to find somewhere else to go, but their brains won’t be so easily fooled. They’ll know what spell has been used.”

  I nodded, because that made perfect sense. The effect probably annoyed Lewis to no end, since one of his favorite pastimes was glaring at our house.

  The woman at the corner took out a few more items. “What is she going to do, create a veggie bomb?” I mumbled. “Look at all the stuff she’s piling up.”

  Chuckles shook Emery’s body. “Your naivety is cute.”

  That was all well and good, but it didn’t answer the question.

  The woman crushed leaves of some kind before pouring some sort of powder into her palm. She added something green, then straightened.

  “That mixture won’t tell her squat,” Emery mumbled, pushing away from the window. I followed him as he trekked through the house and into my mother’s room. He applied the spell from before to the window, letting me memorize a few components of it, before leaning out to look down at the backyard. “There’s another one out there. They want this cracked quickly. They know you’re trying to hide from them by now. And because of the ward and spell, they know I’m helping.”

  He turned and looked down at me, and I noticed for the first time the blaze of color within his eyes. They weren’t just blue, as I had previously thought. A ring of gold circled his pupils, and from that, light blue streaked and webbed over darker blue, almost like magic itself. The colors deepened to a smoky blue toward the outside.

  “You’ve been dragged into this, Penny Bristol,” he said, his voice deep and urgent. “It isn’t fair that my fight has suddenly become yours. I realize that. I also realize you know nothing of the magical life. All of this will be new. It’s going to be an incredible shock. An incredible, dangerous shock. But neither one of us has a choice. Your magic is both a blessing and a curse, as I said. And you’re about to see why, firsthand. But at the end of it all, please know that you can trust me. If everything else falls down around us, you can always trust me. I will never sell you out. I will never turn on you. Never.”

  Fierce determination rang through his voice. His eyes bored into mine.

  “I will tell you as much as I can,” he continued, “and explain along the way when I’m able, but when things get hairy, I’ll do what needs to be done to protect you. I won’t ask. I’ll react. That is where the trust will come in. Can you live with that?”

  Tingles drifted down over my body. “I have no idea,” I blurted. “I’m never really in control during highly pressurized situations. There’s no telling what I might do.”

  A smile tugged at his lips. “Then be smart regarding who you run over with your car.”

  Chapter Nineteen

  I took two deep breaths and felt Emery’s rough hand take mine. He was clearly a hand holder.

  We stood facing the front door with my mother and her shotgun at our backs. I’d had enough time for a hasty goodbye before she turned me toward the door. Outside, the two men and the woman were still there, one trying to figure out Emery’s ward while the others looked on. The plan was to run out to the car and get out of here without dying.

  It was not a very complex plan.

  “What do you wash your hands with, sandpaper?” I muttered, my face flaming, though I had no idea why.

  “No. Dragon’s hide.” He put his other palm against the door and lowered his head. I had no idea what he was doing, but I did know my heart was hammering and adrenaline was pumping through my blood. I was a little worried at my unpredictability in stressful situations. We were about to rush out of the door. Anything might happen, and it was likely I’d be the cause.

  I tried to ignore him, but the bait was too tempting. “Do dragons really exist, or are you kidding?”

  “I don’t know, but someday I’ll get down to the underworld to see for myself if the rumors are true.”

  “Oh super, there’s an underworld.” I unstuck the hair from my damp face. “That’s not terrifying or anything.”

  “Here we go.” Emery ripped open the door and yanked me out behind him.

  “I can walk on my own,” I muttered, staggering after him.

  Magic rose all around us as my heart thundered in my ears. We were still within the protection of the wards, but not for much longer.

  “Remember, this is all about your will,” Emery yelled, his free hand extended, the fingers moving quickly.

  I catalogued all the colors and patterns, the mixtures of them, and compared them with my tiny database of knowledge. I thought about the men on the other side of the street flying away. I willed them to roll end over end up the street and give us a second to escape.

  They cocked their heads, as if listening for something.

  “I think there’s more to it than will,” I said, yanking my hand out of his iron-clad grip. “Let me go. I’m faster on my own.”

  We sprinted across the grass and burst through the ward. Emery swung his hands forward and a concussion of light and sound blasted out, smacking those across the street before they could even raise their hands to defend themselves. They fell backward and tumbled, and I tried to log that into my memory bank, because it was similar to what I’d tried to do with just my mind and naivety.

  Magic continued to rise all around us. Emery turned and flung out a hand, sending a streaming jet down the sidewalk. It separated and rounded, turning into a ball and rolling just off the ground.

  The woman started and dug in her satchel. She only had time to throw up a handful of orange dust before Emery’s magic was upon her.

  I tore my gaze away and ran around the car, yanking open the door before sliding into the seat. A shotgun blast made me jump.

  “This has nothing to do with you, Lewis, move on!” my mother yelled before opening the back passenger door.

  “Did you shoot someone?” I asked, jamming the key into the ignition.

  “No. I scared that busybody Lewis back into his house.” She shut the door behind her.

  “Wait, what are you doing? You’re not coming with us!”

  Emery flung another hand, directing the magic, before throwing himself into the passenger’s seat and slamming the door. “Let’s go. Hurry.”

  “Of course I’m coming with you!” My mother reached up and motioned me on. “Hurry up. There were more out the back.”

  “But you weren’t supposed to come—” Someone ran out from the neighbor’s yard, dressed in black. He had something in his hands.

  “Go, go, go!” Emery pounded on the dash.

  I threw the car in gear and slammed on the gas. We shot forward.

  The mage’s long legs and arms pumped. He raced us to the center of the street.

  “You will lose, son,” I hollered like a madwoman.

  “I knew there was some of me in you somewhere,” my mother yelled. She leaned forward between the seats.

  “Put on your seatbelt, Mother.”

  “And quite a lot of your father.”

  Emery grabbed my arm, and a surge of electricity shot up through me and over to him. He reached the other hand out through the window and hit it against the door. My car buzzed, and I remembered what Veronica had said yesterday.

  Maybe I had supercharged the car. I just wished I knew how, but this wasn’t any time to ask.

  The mage in front of us braced. Magic budded in his hands. A wave of spicy violence rushed toward me.

  I cranked the wheel to the right, then zigzagged back to the left. I knew that spell would come right at us, and I didn’t want to be an easy target as well as a large one.

  We bore down on the mage. He hastened to the right. Suddenly it wasn’t enough for us to get away. I didn’t want him to get away.

  I cranked the wheel after
him. The violent intent blistered. The spell was about to be released.

  My front bumper barely clipped him, but it was enough. A blast of energy flung him back, the sound like a fly hitting a bug zapper. We zoomed down the street, leaving him rolling in our wake. Another mage joined the first on the street, a phone to her ear.

  I turned the corner. Tires screeched from behind. I glanced in the rearview mirror to find a black car gaining on us.

  “That is probably for us,” I said, taking another corner at a breakneck speed.

  Emery turned in his seat, looking out the back window. He glanced around him, a knot forming in his brow. “I don’t have enough elements in this car to take out an object that large.”

  “I got this.” My mother labored to move her girth over in the seat behind me. She rolled down the window. “Get us to Green Street, then slow down a little. I’ll take care of it.”

  “Mother…” I gritted my teeth. I couldn’t very well tell her not to shoot people out of the window. What other option did we have? But I really wanted to, because people her age shouldn’t be in car chases and shootouts. It just wasn’t normal.

  Then again, what in my life was?

  “Here—turn right here, Penny!” She stuck her hand up between the seats and jabbed a finger.

  “It would be faster if I took the next block,” I said.

  “Listen to you mother. Turn here.”

  My tires screamed around the next turn. Trees flashed by. Someone honked.

  Emery’s gaze beat into the side of my head. I made the next turn, his steady focus starting to distract me.

  “What?” I asked.

  “I’m trying to think of a way to use your power. If we merged our survival magic, we might be able to…do something.”

  “That kind of merge is only possible if you become dual-mages.” My mother rolled down the window. “And there is no way I am letting my daughter tie herself to a scruffy derelict with no future plans and no income. Don’t get me wrong, you’re a lovely boy, just as long as you marry someone else’s daughter. No offense. Penny, in two miles, you can start to slow down.”

  Emery frowned back at her. “A little late on the no offense,” he muttered.

  “Okay, Mother, please don’t… I don’t know. Just don’t…” I couldn’t think of a good warning that would in any way matter.

  “That’s the thing with advanced mages,” my mother roared over the rushing wind whipping our hair. “They think with their magic or their genitalia, not with reality. Guns trump magic every time.”

  I could see her struggling with the gun in the rearview mirror. She moved it around her bust before shifting. I let off the gas and swerved a little, hopefully giving our pursuers the impression I was afraid of taking the slightly windy road at high speed. The black car shot forward, pulling up beside me in a moment.

  I felt a pump of power and intent. Mine.

  “A spell is coming,” I yelled back at my mother. “Hurry.”

  “Are they trying to kill or capture?” Emery asked over the cacophony of air and cars.

  “I’d bet capture. They want us.”

  “That’s someone higher up. Kill them if you can.”

  “I don’t have the right gun for that.” My mom pumped the gun and pushed it out of the window. The black car swerved, the reaction of the surprised driver. He didn’t get a chance to slow down before the boom of the gun discharging.

  I winced at the shock of the noise. A tire popped and the remaining tires squealed. The car careened and the front corner of the bumper knocked my rear fender.

  My back end tried to fishtail. I cranked the wheel and let off the gas, eyeing the approaching curve of the road. The tires caught as the other car broke free and kept turning, the front wheel ruined. Sparks flew up from metal on road. The car hit a small dirt berm, jumped up, and rammed into a tree.

  I ripped my eyes back to the road, coaxing my car straight in time to safely make the curve.

  “I wish I could take these things off,” my mother said, I assumed about her breasts, as she wrestled the gun around her bust again. It wouldn’t be the first time she made a comment like that. She bent the gun and pulled out an empty shotgun shell from one of the two barrels. “Ow! Dang it. That was hot.” She threaded another shell into its slot.

  I ripped my eyes back to the road a second time.

  “Two months ago, I was wondering if there was something else out there. Now I’m hoping there isn’t.” I took a deep breath.

  “We don’t get to choose what we’re given, but we do get to choose what we make of it,” my mother said, clicking the gun back into place and looking behind her.

  “You got to choose what I was given. Bad choice.” I wiped the back of my forearm against my wet forehead. “Very bad choice. Daddy should’ve made you use your crystal ball.”

  “I did. If you had learned your trade since childhood, you would’ve easily broken through all the wards set up around the house, gotten into the secret room, and rooted through your daddy’s books. Then you would’ve created havoc, since you have a gift for creating havoc, and everyone would’ve known what you were before you hit eighteen. It has been a month since you started researching this side of your life. And look where we are.” My mother leaned forward, pushing at my seat. “One month.” She leaned back. “At least now you’re old enough to run over people. Think about your ability for defense at ten. Or twelve.”

  “I hate to agree with her, since she doesn’t need any help dominating an argument, but I have to,” Emery said quietly. “Yours was a precarious situation. My brother and I were trained. We were guided along a certain path. The second we veered from that path, we were targeted. Look at my life now. You’re better off, Penny Bristol, trust me.”

  “There you go. Do you see?” My mother patted Emery on the shoulder. “This is why I told you to stay away from my daughter.”

  A laugh rode a surprised breath, and Emery turned to glance behind him. When he turned back to me, a full smile took up his face, and all the planes and angles softened. Sometimes his high, sharp cheekbones and narrow nose looked almost too severe to be handsome, but now, with that boyish smile and the delighted sparkle in his eyes, he was breathtaking.

  “She is a trip,” he said, shifting in his seat to get comfortable.

  That was putting it mildly.

  “Did the cards say you were supposed to come with us?” I asked my mother, still out of breath. I took my foot off the gas, slowing way down. The last thing I needed was to get pulled over by the cops after hitting someone with my car—for the second time—especially since my mother, who still wasn’t wearing a seatbelt, had a loaded shotgun across her lap.

  “No. They said we needed to split ways, but they didn’t say when. You didn’t really think I was going to stay in that house with the guild’s higher-ups roaming around, did you?” My mother shook her head. “Madness. You’d better wise up if you hope to stay alive, Penny.”

  “Okay, but…why did we take my car, then?” I asked, looking at her in the rearview mirror. “Yours is bigger. Not to mention nicer. And it goes faster.”

  She huffed. “It also costs more to fix.”

  Emery glanced over at me with a grin before looking out the window. “I have a place we can stay in Seattle. It’s small. It’ll be tight quarters, but we should be okay for a few days.”

  “Count me out.” My mother put the shotgun at her feet. “Drop me off at Merna’s house. I’ll stay with her until things cool off.”

  My stomach clenched with anxiety. Parting with my mother would ease my stress in a million ways. But I couldn’t deny her value. She was cunning enough to keep an enormous secret from me for my whole life. Loyal to a fault, handy in a tight spot, and totally fine with shooting people. All those qualities would undoubtedly be useful in the days, weeks, or months to come.

  Then again…she was my mother. What a trial it would be to live in a tight space with her.

  When we all stepped out of th
e car in front of Merna’s house, my mother slapped her hands onto Emery’s shoulders and gave him a hard stare. “She is my everything. I do not want to let her go with you alone, but I have no choice. This is the most logical place for us to split.”

  His brow furrowed. “I’m not getting a warning. This parting is not a dangerous thing.”

  The movement was slight, but it was there. The tiny sag of her spine. The increased lines around her eyes. Her jaw tightened, and she nodded. “Please bring her back to me.”

  “I will, ma’am.”

  She patted his shoulder. “And clean yourself up. You’re a mess.”

  I got a tight hug, another tight hug, and then she batted her tear away. “Penelope, you are as easygoing as your father, which can be a wonderful thing. But not when you are defending yourself. In those times, you need to be more like me. You need to go at the enemy with everything you have. Fight with tooth and nail. Have no fear of tearing down the world around you so that you can get away. Do you understand me?”

  I understood her words just fine, but the crazed light in her eyes was another matter. Caregiver clearly wasn’t the role she was born to play. She’d probably come out of the womb with armor and that shotgun. “Yes, Mother,” I said dutifully.

  She frowned at me. “Stay alive by any means possible, do you understand me?”

  “Yes, Mother.”

  “I’ll scribe every night. I’ll use my magic every day. I’ll try to know when you need help, but use that phone of yours. Call me if something goes wrong and you can’t see a way out of it.”

  “Okay.”

  After another tight hug, then she was back with Emery. “She is too easygoing for her own good, and you are too wild. Work on the balance between you two. My late husband always said, ‘The best magic in the world exists in a perfect balance.’”

  “Yes, ma’am. I know something of that.”

  She narrowed her eyes. “But don’t try to merge, mind. Otherwise you’ll have me to deal with. And trust me, what you’ve seen so far is tame compared to what I’m capable of.”