by Elle Adams
“I’m supposed to be on my way back to the office from the police station,” I explained. “Dropped by here to grab a latte.”
“Good choice,” she said. “Rowan, I’ll have one of the same.”
Rowan gave her a confused stare, but she remained in barista mode. “One minute.”
“Are you trying to show her you forgive her?” I asked in an undertone when Rowan went to get her drink.
“Maybe.” Piper looked embarrassed. “I was going to wait for her to apologise to me for accusing my familiar of attacking hers, but I did treat her kind of badly after she did that interview with the press. Besides, I don’t like fighting with people.”
“Hey, if it means I can invite both of you to meet up at the Fox’s Den, then I’m all for it,” I said. “Oh, by the way, I saw Harvey last night. At the ceremony.”
“He came to the ceremony?” she asked. “I guess you did get your date. Kind of.”
“Not what I planned, but I’ll take it.”
I could be Head Witch and still have a life at the same time. Someday, I might even have time to use my new camera. I could dream.
After fetching my coffee, I walked back to the office in good spirits, which swiftly faded when I found none other than Aunt Shannon waiting outside my door. At least she hadn’t tried to get into my office, though I’d kept the invisible ink on the door in case she got any ideas about planting more sage on the property.
“Can I help you?” I asked. “How’s Vanessa?”
“Fine,” she said. “If you expect her to be happy that you stole her win, then you’re mistaken.”
“I didn’t steal anything. She has a shiny trophy now.” It wasn’t my fault nobody cared about her victory. “Is there something I can do for you? If you have any issues you want to raise, then you’re welcome to bring them up at this afternoon’s meeting. I trust you’ll show up on time.”
Her jaw twitched. “Actually, I wanted a word with my mother.”
“Grandma?” Was she joking? “You want to talk to her?”
“Yes, I do,” she said.
“So you’re not going to admit to leaving sage by the door?” When she simply glowered at me, I said, “I can look for Grandma, but I can’t promise she’ll want to talk to you.”
Aunt Shannon looked me over. “You aren’t the Head Witch I expected you to be.”
“I’m choosing to take that as a compliment.” I headed into my office and called for Grandma’s ghost. “Grandma, Aunt Shannon is here to talk to you. If you want to question her about the sage, I’m sure it’ll be fun to hear her excuses.”
“This better be good.” She drifted out of the office, while Tansy and I returned to my desk. I had a meeting to prepare for, plus Persephone’s trial tomorrow. I added the latter to the calendar on my laptop while making a mental note to keep an eye on Tiffany. I didn’t believe for a moment that this scheme would be her last.
“Everything okay, Head Witch?” asked Chloe.
“Sure.” I rested the sceptre against the desk at my feet, always within reach. Whatever its reasons for choosing me as Head Witch, I needed to trust that it would reveal them to me in time.
Until then, I had work to do.
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Elle Adams lives in the middle of England, where she spends most of her time reading an ever-growing mountain of books, planning her next adventure, or writing. Elle's books are humorous mysteries with a paranormal twist, packed with magical mayhem.
She also writes urban and contemporary fantasy novels as Emma L. Adams.
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