by Lily Webb
Alchemy and Arson
Magic & Mystery Book Three
Lily Webb
Copyright © 2019 by Lily Webb
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Contents
Previously in Moon Grove…
Alchemy & Arson
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Heists and Homicides Excerpt
The Magic & Mystery Series
About the Author
Previously in Moon Grove…
Spellbooks and Stakings Re-Cap
After solving several paranormal murder cases thanks to her telepathic powers, reporter Zoe Clarke was invited to attend school at Veilside Academy of Magic.
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But on her first night in school, one of Zoe’s professors was staked in her own office and Zoe felt responsible to find the killer.
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Thanks to the critical help of a classmate and fast friend, Zoe tracked down the killer and made sure they would never be able to hurt someone again — but Zoe isn’t in the clear yet.
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Now, expectations of Zoe in Moon Grove and back at home are astronomical. Feeling the pressure, Zoe’s longing for the comforts of her old life…
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… And her two very different, very separate worlds are about to collide.
Though each book in the series stands alone, the series is stronger when read together.
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Other Books in the Magic and Mystery Series:
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1. Broomsticks and Burials
2. Spellbooks and Stakings
4. Heists and Homicides
5. Covens and Coffins
6. Voodoo and Vanishings
Alchemy & Arson
Magic & Mystery Book Three
Chapter One
All twelve members of the Moon Grove Council stared down at me from their high-backed chairs on a raised dais, each of them wearing a serious face — if I said having some of the most powerful witches and warlocks in the world scrutinizing me wasn't nerve-wracking, it would've been the understatement of the century.
“Zoe Clarke, at your request, you’ve come before the eighty-sixth Council of Moon Grove,” Heath Highmore, the Head Warlock, said with a warm smile. His salt and pepper hair glimmered in the sun streaming from the skylights above.
“What is it you'd like to speak to us about?” Heath asked.
I drummed my fingers against the table, unable to find words, which was a rarity. Why couldn't the Council have allowed someone to come up to the stand with me?
All I could do was stare at the empty seat next to Heath, the one that'd been vacant for more than a month since the previous Head Witch died. A lot had happened in Moon Grove since then, and not all of it was good.
Circe Woods, Councilwoman and one of my earliest friends in Moon Grove, caught my eyes and smiled at me.
“Zoe, dear, there's no need to be afraid,” she said in a motherly tone. “We're here to serve you. You're a citizen of Moon Grove now just like the rest of us, so please, tell us your concerns.”
“I-I know, I'm sorry. I'm just nervous,” I said and slipped my hands under the table to wipe my sweat-slicked palms on my robes. Though I'd done nothing wrong, I felt like I’d been put on trial — and after I asked what I needed to, the rest of Moon Grove might wish I had been.
“We understand,” Heath said. “Take your time.”
“But don't take too long,” a beautiful witch with flowing blonde hair at the left end of the row said, her face stern. “You aren't the only witch we’re scheduled to hear from today.”
She could only be Lorelei Riddle — the mother of Aurelia, who I'd recently gotten thrown in jail for murdering a teacher. I gulped at that realization. How on earth did I keep getting myself into these situations?
“Right, of course,” I said. I closed my eyes and took a deep, ragged breath to still my hammering heart. My Grandma Elle’s warm southern smile swam into my mind and the image gave me the courage to speak. Everything I was about to do was for her.
I cleared my throat and looked Heath square in the eyes.
“I came before you all today to ask a favor,” I said. “A very big one.”
The witches and warlocks of the Council exchanged curious looks. It probably wasn't every day that an average citizen asked their elected representatives for a favor, but then again I wasn't exactly average.
“What sort of favor might that be?” Heath asked.
“I know I'm the first outsider to be permitted into Moon Grove in a long time,” I started — and froze.
“That's true. Go on,” Circe encouraged me, still smiling. Did she already know what I wanted to ask?
“Well, I don't mean to wave my own wand or anything, but I think it's safe to say none of you regrets the decision to allow me in, right?” I asked.
Heath chuckled.
“I'm not so sure the families of those you've put behind bars in the short time you've been here would agree with that assessment, but I think I can speak for the majority of the Council when I say we made the right decision,” Heath said.
Lorelei Riddle glared at me, and though I did everything I could to avoid her gaze, I felt it burning on my face. Oh, if looks could kill…
“What are you getting at, Zoe?” Heath asked.
“Well, it's been awfully lonely for me since I got here. I had to leave my whole family behind,” I said, and Heath’s eyebrows crept up his forehead as he realized what I was trying to say.
“I see,” he said as he linked his fingers together under his chin. My heart rate doubled.
“So I was wondering if it might be okay for me to invite my grandmother here for a short visit,” I said as fast as I could — like it would take the shock out of the request.
No one said a word, and the deafening silence in the Town Hall was as telling as a collective gasp would've been. I felt like I'd farted at a funeral and everyone knew I was guilty.
Heath straightened in his chair.
“Zoe, while I can appreciate your loneliness, given everything that's gone on in town lately, I'm not sure this is the best time for visitors of any sort, magical or not,” Heath said.
Though I'd expected the response, his words still socked me in the gut.
“Is there really such a thing as the best time?” Circe asked, and my heart jumped into my throat where it lodged and continued to pound.
“That's a fair point,” Heath said.
“Don't you think Zoe has proven herself trustworthy? This is a small repayment for all the service she's done for Moon Grove,” Circe said.
“Agreed,” Grace Magnus, who'd only recently returned to work after a vampire attack, said from the right side of the dais. She beamed down at me.
“I owe Ms. Clarke my life. Nothing would make me happier than to welcome her family into Moon Grove,” Grace said.
“And let’s not forget there’s an excellent chance her family members are magical as well. We might miss an exceedingly rare opportunity to learn more about all witches as a group if we denied Zoe’s request,” Circe said directly to Heath. If I could’ve hugged her, I would’ve.
“Yes, but only if what your sister learned about Zoe descending from Lilith is true, which we’ve yet to verify,” Heath said. “Regardless, I still don’t think now is the best time. There are big things underway.”
“What things?” I interrupted, and again the chamber fell silent. Heath smiled at me, his eyes twinkling as if he were amused, and my face caught fire. Open mouth, insert foot.
“Oh, I’m sure you’ll find out soon enough, Ms. Clarke. Nothing seems to slip past you and the rest of the staff at The Messenger,” Heath said.
What did that mean? No one at the Moon Grove Messenger had anything at all interesting to report on lately. They obviously knew something we didn’t, and I didn’t know how to feel about that. Surprises from the Council were rarely good.
“Or perhaps Grave Times beat you to the scoop?” Heath asked. He had to be referring to the new vampire-run and vampire-staffed publication in town — and our biggest upstart competitor.
“It’s just my grandma who I’d like to have for a visit. It’s not like I’m trying to move my entire family here or anything,” I said.
“I understand. Regardless, I think it’s time we took a vote on your request,” Heath said. He glanced up and down the row at his fellow witches and warlocks. “All those in favor of permitting Zoe’s family to visit, raise your wands and say, ‘aye.’”
Circe and Grace raised their wands, but no one else did. My heart dropped into my stomach.
“And all those opposed to the request, raise your wands and say, ‘nay,’” Heath said. Ten wands shot into the air along with their owners’ voices, all denying me. Heath gave me a soft, sad smile and rested his hands on the table.
Lorelei, however, looked absolutely triumphant as she stared down her nose at me from the dais. Maybe she felt like she’d gotten back at me for getting her daughter arrested. I didn’t have the spirit left to figure it out nor care.
“I’m sorry, dear, but the Council has voted not to approve a visit at this time. However, feel free to try again later when circumstances are less, well, unsettled,” Heath said.
I could only assume he was referring to all the trouble that’d gone on in Moon Grove lately — much of it made worse by my intervention.
“Right, yeah, okay. Can I, uh, can I go then?” I asked.
“If you have no other questions or concerns, of course,” Heath said. He was trying to be nice, which I appreciated, but all I wanted was to get out of the Town Hall and as far away from the Council as possible.
“No, that’s everything, thanks for hearing me out,” I said — though I’d gotten nothing out of it other than a mild case of depression.
“Then this meeting is adjourned,” Heath said. “The Council will break for five minutes before we move on to the next guest.”
I shoved back from the table, slung my bag over my shoulder, and tried my best not to meet eyes with any of the dozens of people who’d gathered to listen as I made a beeline for the door. Somehow, I doubted Lorelei was the only one happy to see me not get what I wanted for once.
A hand on my shoulder jolted me out of my racing thoughts and I whirled to find Circe smiling at me.
“Can we talk?” she asked, her loose auburn bun threatening to tumble off her head as she jerked it toward the hall that held her office.
“Sure,” I said with a shrug. She led me into her space and I was surprised by how small and cramped it was, due in no small part to the amount of clutter that littered every free inch of surface area.
“I’d offer you a place to sit, but one’s not readily available and this won’t take long anyway,” Circe said as she sat on the one corner of her desk that poked out from under papers and file folders.
“Listen, I know you’re disappointed about the Council’s ruling, but don’t get discouraged,” Circe said.
“Why shouldn't I?”
“Well, I can’t say anything about it officially just yet, but I think if you’re unhappy with the Council’s ruling, maybe you should consider throwing your name in the ring as someone who might be able to change things around here,” Circe said.
“Wait, are you saying what I think you are?” I whispered as if anyone but her would hear me anyway. “Is that what Heath meant when he said big things are underway?”
Circe smiled and nodded. “You didn’t honestly think we’d leave the Head Witch position vacant forever, did you?”
“No, of course not, but so soon? And with all this other stuff that’s been going on lately?” I asked.
“That’s exactly why the Council feels we need to fill the position,” Circe said.
“Wait, am I allowed to report on this? Can I quote you anonymously?” I asked.
“No, I’m sorry,” Circe said. I groaned and Circe laughed. “But don’t worry, there should be an official announcement very soon.”
“Any insider info as to who’s going to run?” I asked.
“I have a few ideas, but no one’s announced yet given that there’s not officially an election on the calendar,” Circe said.
Maybe it was a good thing the Council had ruled not to let Grandma Elle come to town after all. I couldn’t imagine trying to host her while something like a Head Witch election was happening. It would’ve been chaos, even for Moon Grove.
“I think you should consider it, Zoe,” Circe said.
“Are you serious?”
“Why wouldn’t I be? You’ve done a lot for this town and people love you,” Circe said.
“I dunno about that. Did you see the way Lorelei was looking at me? Somehow, I doubt she’d be thrilled to support me,” I said.
“You don’t need to win everyone over in order to win the election,” Circe said.
She had a point.
“This is nuts. I’ve only been here, what, a little more than a month? There are plenty of better-qualified witches in town than me. For Lilith’s sake, I don’t even know how to use this thing,” I said as I drew my wand from my robes, which I’d had for just about a week.
Circe pushed my wand away from her face.
“Well, the first rule, never point your wand at someone unless you intend to use it, dear,” Circe said, smiling.
“Sorry,” I said and pocketed it again before I put someone’s eye out — or turned them into a frog.
“In any case, I’m sure Raina would be happy to take you on for lessons again if you did decide to run,” Circe said.
“Your sister’s done more than enough favors for me, I couldn’t ask her for another,” I said. Had it not been for the Headmistress of the Veilside Academy of Magic, I wouldn’t even have a wand in the first place.
“You don’t have to decide now. Take some time to think about it. Of course, I’ll support your run if it comes to that,” Circe said, her smile widening. “Anyway, we’d better get back out there before anyone starts suspecting things.”
She stood and led me back out into the hall, which was full of noise as people shuffled their bodies and chairs.
“Thanks for the heads up,” I said.
“Anytime,” Circe said, and I took the opportunity to leave before anyone else had a chance to stop me. Outside, the fresh air was barely enough to keep me from floating away in my thoughts again.
I needed to call Grandma Elle to tell her the bad news before I went back to the office, but the thought of actually doing it made my skin crawl. Elle was so excited to come and see me, my friends, and my new life in Moon Grove — and
now I had to call her and ruin it.
The Council must’ve had their reasons for voting against me, but it still made me feel like I’d overestimated how highly they thought of me.
I dug my phone out of my bag and tapped to Grandma Elle’s contact card. My finger hovered over the “call” button. What could I say? Elle knew her visit was subject to the Council’s approval, so she’d probably understand, but I knew she’d be crushed.
She wasn’t the only one.
Sighing, I tapped the call button and held the phone to my ear but barely heard the ring over the whooshing of anxious blood pumping in my veins.
“Hey, Sugar,” Grandma answered, her accent sweeter than apple pie and, as usual, I could see the smile on her face in my mind. The image was bittersweet.
“Hey, Gram.”
“I reckon you’re callin’ cuz you’ve got good news fer me?” Grandma asked.
My voice caught in my throat like grits.
“Sugar? You there?”
“Yes and no,” I said when I found my tongue again.
“What’s that mean? You’re either there or you ain’t.”
“No, I meant I have good and bad news. I went in front of the Council just now like I said I was going to, so that’s the good news,” I said. The line went silent for a few moments, interrupted only by the crackle of static.