“Yeah, it is. Roman Steele shot Eliza.”
“I’m ok though, it was just a flesh wound,” I said. “And a real flesh wound, not like the knight from Monty Python and the Holy Grail.”
Kaillie laughed. “I love that movie. You’re sure you’re alright, though?”
Before I had a chance to reply in the affirmative, Aunt Lucy came over. “Someone got shot and I wasn’t there to see it? What happened? Did anyone die?”
“No one died, Aunt Lucy,” Leanne said. “Roman Steele is getting arrested for killing his brother and trying to kill Eliza, though.”
“Well, luckily for all of us, Deb has just put dinner on the table, so we can annoy her by talking about murder over stew.”
My stomach began to rumble and I realized that since the only thing I’d eaten all day was three quarters of a slice of cake, I was absolutely ravenous. I supposed being hunted down by a raving madman would do that to a person.
“Stew and murder talk sounds great,” I said with a laugh, letting the others walk me back into the house.
Aunt Debbie’s eyes immediately flew to the gauze wrapped around my arm when I walked into the kitchen. “There’s bound to be some magic we can do to fix that,” she said, but I shook my head.
“It’s fine, thanks. Although, it does sting a bit, so if you have something for pain I’d happily take that.”
“Of course I do, dear,” Aunt Debbie said, rushing to a closet and pulling out another magical first-aid kit. She grabbed a vial filled with a bright orange fluid that looked remarkably like orange juice, and placed it carefully in my hands, wrapping my fingers around it. “Take one tablespoon every six hours. It will get rid of your pain immediately. And if you’re still having problems, come to me and I can make you something stronger.”
“You never offered me anything stronger when I was in pain,” Leanne complained, and Aunt Debbie shot her a look.
“Thankfully, you’ve never been shot before.”
“Yeah, well, that doesn’t mean I don’t deserve the magical morphine,” Leanne retorted.
“It does too,” Kaillie said, her hands on her hips. “That would be considered misuse of magical potions.”
“I’ve also been shot,” Aunt Lucy declared, and the look Aunt Debbie gave her was scathing.
“Lucy, stop setting a bad example for the girls. You can make your own potions if you want them.”
“Oh yeah, I can,” Aunt Lucy replied with a grin, brightening significantly. “I forgot about that.”
I laughed as I made my way to the table, a giant crock-pot full of stew flying inches away from my face and landing with a screech that moved the tablecloth a couple of inches just in front of my plate.
The aroma of beef, vegetables and thyme rose to my nostrils and I immediately began salivating, staring at the stew like it was the first time I was going to eat in weeks.
“You get to serve yourself first,” Leanne said to me, motioning for me to have at it. “When you solve a murder and help get a killer off the streets, you get first dibs on dinner.”
“Is that the rule now, is it?” Aunt Debbie said with a smile as she handed me the ladle. I didn’t need any more encouragement than that and began to scoop out the stew as Aunt Debbie put a hand softly on my shoulder. “I’m very glad you’re ok, Eliza.”
“Thanks,” I told her. “Me too.”
As the others all settled themselves around the table for dinner, I looked around. Every single one of these people had accepted me into their homes and into their lives, and I couldn’t be more grateful. It had just been me and Dad for all of those years, but now that Dad was gone, I had found family I didn’t even know existed.
I couldn’t wait to see what the future was going to bring.
Book 2: Whole Latte Magic: Eliza is settling nicely into her new life on Enchanted Enclave. That is, until she and Leanne come across a woman who's been stabbed. Attempted murders have a way of shaking things up a bit.
Leanne feels guilty about how they came across the victim, however, and Eliza isn't about to let her go around solving a stabbing on her own. With Kaillie joining in, the cousins start their own investigation, but it turns out there's more to the victim's life than they initially thought.
With the help of some new friends from Western Woods, Eliza and her cousins quickly hone in on a few suspects. But the stakes are higher than they realize when an attempt is made on their lives as well. Will they be able to solve the case before the attempted murderer is finally successful?
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