A Stake With a View (You Are The Worst Witch! Goodbye!) (A Wicked Good Witches Paranormal Romance Book 6) by Starla Silver Page B
Authors: Starla Silver
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pleasant it’s been to get to know you. The circumstances bringing us together suck, but hanging out with you is still a positive about this day.”
“Oh,” she said, her cheeks blushing. She couldn’t help but take it the wrong way, just a little bit. It was becoming clear to her that the Deane brothers were not only perceptive, but devilishly charming as well. He was right though. Having him there had made the day better. Survivable even. She didn’t vocalize that though.
“Only you can find the positive in all the negatives,” Lucas went on. “But if you keep that good thought at the forefront of all others, rather than all the shit you cannot control, it brings a little more balance back in. Evens things out a little. I don’t know if I’m explaining it very well.”
“No. I get your point,” she said. “Get it… don’t know if I can do it.”
“You seem calmer now,” he noted.
“I suppose I am.”
Riley’s shouting grew louder and more frenzied.
“If this doesn’t end soon, I may have to take back everything I just said,” Lucas exclaimed. “He is getting worse by the minute.”
“Spiraling,” said Melinda. There was no positive good enough to keep her from panicking. The sun dipped below the trees, the moon rising up.
Her vision had taken place in the dark.
Was it tonight? Were they too late?
No, Riley is still safely locked up. She pleaded and prayed silently that she’d done enough to keep the vision from taking place. That her family was safe. That William would not be tortured. William… she still had not told him that Riley’s rage was aimed at him. Stop. Just stop. I had the vision to stop it. We found Riley. We’ll fix him. None of it will happen now.
Melinda and Lucas gasped.
The sounds of a snorting inhale and exhale escaped from something close by.
With eyes open wide, they turned around to see the gargoyle perched in front of the porch, shaking itself into life. The one still on the ground, not completely out of its crate shook mightily, easily breaking its remaining bonds.
Josh and his father, Earl, watched it happen, stunned to see it.
They’d run out of time. The moon had risen. The gargoyles had come to life.
Melinda took a few steps down the porch stairs, in awe. The gargoyle on the ground sniffed the air as if smelling her. She reached over to the leftover food tray and grabbed a donut, extending her arm, unsure whether that was brave or stupid. It ignored her and backed into the shadows of the trees lining the front yard, its silhouette disappearing into obscurity.
She was lowering her arm when the perched gargoyle jumped down, landing much softer than she expected it would. For such a bulky creature it was light-footed. It sniffed her hand, glanced up at her with a gaze that spoke to her, silently. This creature was intelligent. And curious. But also kind and trustworthy. It tickled her fingers with its lips, tasting the donut.
She let out a low chuckle. “This is so weird. William said they wouldn’t be like pets, but...”
The gargoyle lifted its head and nudged her hand. She rubbed its floppy-skinned cheek, surprised at how soft its rough looking skin felt. It looked up wearing a wide grin, not unlike a big happy puppy.
“That just looks so wrong,” Lucas said from behind her.
The cleaners could do nothing but nod in astonished agreement. They’d never seen anything like it.
“I guess you guys can go,” said Melinda. “Looks like we’re good here.”
Josh and Earl started packing up.
Melinda jumped when the gargoyle’s broad head shot up, a low growl escaping from its lips. It bounded up the porch stairs squeezing through the door into the mansion. Its head lifted into the air and it let out a sound unlike anything they’d heard before. It was part growl and part honking. Before Melinda could blink, the three other gargoyles were responding in the distance.
“I wonder if everyone on the Isle can hear them,” Melinda asked. She was
“Oh,” she said, her cheeks blushing. She couldn’t help but take it the wrong way, just a little bit. It was becoming clear to her that the Deane brothers were not only perceptive, but devilishly charming as well. He was right though. Having him there had made the day better. Survivable even. She didn’t vocalize that though.
“Only you can find the positive in all the negatives,” Lucas went on. “But if you keep that good thought at the forefront of all others, rather than all the shit you cannot control, it brings a little more balance back in. Evens things out a little. I don’t know if I’m explaining it very well.”
“No. I get your point,” she said. “Get it… don’t know if I can do it.”
“You seem calmer now,” he noted.
“I suppose I am.”
Riley’s shouting grew louder and more frenzied.
“If this doesn’t end soon, I may have to take back everything I just said,” Lucas exclaimed. “He is getting worse by the minute.”
“Spiraling,” said Melinda. There was no positive good enough to keep her from panicking. The sun dipped below the trees, the moon rising up.
Her vision had taken place in the dark.
Was it tonight? Were they too late?
No, Riley is still safely locked up. She pleaded and prayed silently that she’d done enough to keep the vision from taking place. That her family was safe. That William would not be tortured. William… she still had not told him that Riley’s rage was aimed at him. Stop. Just stop. I had the vision to stop it. We found Riley. We’ll fix him. None of it will happen now.
Melinda and Lucas gasped.
The sounds of a snorting inhale and exhale escaped from something close by.
With eyes open wide, they turned around to see the gargoyle perched in front of the porch, shaking itself into life. The one still on the ground, not completely out of its crate shook mightily, easily breaking its remaining bonds.
Josh and his father, Earl, watched it happen, stunned to see it.
They’d run out of time. The moon had risen. The gargoyles had come to life.
Melinda took a few steps down the porch stairs, in awe. The gargoyle on the ground sniffed the air as if smelling her. She reached over to the leftover food tray and grabbed a donut, extending her arm, unsure whether that was brave or stupid. It ignored her and backed into the shadows of the trees lining the front yard, its silhouette disappearing into obscurity.
She was lowering her arm when the perched gargoyle jumped down, landing much softer than she expected it would. For such a bulky creature it was light-footed. It sniffed her hand, glanced up at her with a gaze that spoke to her, silently. This creature was intelligent. And curious. But also kind and trustworthy. It tickled her fingers with its lips, tasting the donut.
She let out a low chuckle. “This is so weird. William said they wouldn’t be like pets, but...”
The gargoyle lifted its head and nudged her hand. She rubbed its floppy-skinned cheek, surprised at how soft its rough looking skin felt. It looked up wearing a wide grin, not unlike a big happy puppy.
“That just looks so wrong,” Lucas said from behind her.
The cleaners could do nothing but nod in astonished agreement. They’d never seen anything like it.
“I guess you guys can go,” said Melinda. “Looks like we’re good here.”
Josh and Earl started packing up.
Melinda jumped when the gargoyle’s broad head shot up, a low growl escaping from its lips. It bounded up the porch stairs squeezing through the door into the mansion. Its head lifted into the air and it let out a sound unlike anything they’d heard before. It was part growl and part honking. Before Melinda could blink, the three other gargoyles were responding in the distance.
“I wonder if everyone on the Isle can hear them,” Melinda asked. She was
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