Lillian, remember. But we need to use it on the new moon, and that’s not for another week.”
“We’ll bide our time while we restock and set up an altar in here,” Jason confirmed.
“I have a few things in the kitchen already, let’s do a quick protection spell and see if it helps.”
Caris gathered the ingredients from her small stock and cast a quick circle, then grabbed Jason’s hands and chanted her spell. “Goddess of love, goddess of light, protect us with your awesome might. Within this bubble we are safe, protected by your loving grace.”
A churning silver bubble radiated from the two of them, encompassing the entire house and surrounding area. The wind stopped and the hail ceased, immediately returning peace to their space. Caris and Jason ran to the backdoor and watched as a thick gray fog slithered back into the forest.
Chapter Eighteen
His breath came in short bursts as he summoned a fire to quickly bring the contents in his cauldron to a boil. He added a dash of his own skin and waited until the mixture turned pure black, then ran his long fingernail through the potion. Smearing his chest with the thick liquid, he chanted, “Forever one, so are we, bound by time, eternally. I will not lose you, our bond is true. Forged by magic, through and through.” His chest sizzled and the black smear disappeared into his flesh.
Trin woke what felt like days later, but with a quick glance at the clock, she realized it had only been three hours. Padding down the stairs in her flannel pj’s and slippers, she wondered why Kit hadn’t come to wake her up before now.
A quick glance at the dining room table brought up another question. Kit’s papers were still scattered all over. Where the heck was she?
“Kit. Are you here?”
Trin knew it shouldn’t have taken her this long to finish her proposals, as she’d seen her do it a dozen times before. Receiving no response, Trin thought perhaps her sister had started the spell without her, not wanting to disturb her sleep. She opened the door to the cellar and called out. “Kit. Are you down there?”
Again...no response.
Panicked and now fully awake, Trin began to scour the house.
There were no signs of a struggle and all the doors and windows were shut and locked. All but the front. It stood slightly ajar, letting in a chilled breeze, one that scattered a light dusting of snow over the threshold. Trin shivered as terror filled her veins.
She slammed the door, locked it, and ran into the cellar. Gathering her scrying mirror, Trin tossed a flame at the candles on the altar and set to finding out what the hell had happened while she’d been sleeping.
The mirror swirled and the vision came quick. Kit was sitting at the table when suddenly, the front door burst open. Kit walked out onto the stoop, peering left and right, then turned back towards the house. Suddenly, the door slammed shut then rebounded slightly. Through the crack of the opening, Trin could see that Kit was nowhere in sight.
“Dammit!”
Trin quickly gathered a map and her pendulum for a locator spell. Pulling deep on her magic she demanded, “Show me my sister.” The crystal point spun wildly, vibrating between multiple spots. Their house, the Hardy’s, the forest, Washington DC, Ipswich and various routes in-between.
“What the hell?” Trin cussed.
Raising the bar, Trin nicked her thumb on the ceremonial knife she’d purchased from Lillian’s shop, and placed a drop of blood on the tip of the pendulum. “Show me my blood sister.”
Trin gasped as the crystal point stilled then shifted between only two spots on the map. The Hardy house, and Washington DC.
“Hey. You started without me?” Kit’s voice came from the bottom of the stairs.
Trin dropped the pendulum and spun around. “What the hell happened to you?”
“What are you talking about? I just ran to the store.” Kit frowned, holding up a bag of candles and a container of salt. “I thought we could use these
“We’ll bide our time while we restock and set up an altar in here,” Jason confirmed.
“I have a few things in the kitchen already, let’s do a quick protection spell and see if it helps.”
Caris gathered the ingredients from her small stock and cast a quick circle, then grabbed Jason’s hands and chanted her spell. “Goddess of love, goddess of light, protect us with your awesome might. Within this bubble we are safe, protected by your loving grace.”
A churning silver bubble radiated from the two of them, encompassing the entire house and surrounding area. The wind stopped and the hail ceased, immediately returning peace to their space. Caris and Jason ran to the backdoor and watched as a thick gray fog slithered back into the forest.
Chapter Eighteen
His breath came in short bursts as he summoned a fire to quickly bring the contents in his cauldron to a boil. He added a dash of his own skin and waited until the mixture turned pure black, then ran his long fingernail through the potion. Smearing his chest with the thick liquid, he chanted, “Forever one, so are we, bound by time, eternally. I will not lose you, our bond is true. Forged by magic, through and through.” His chest sizzled and the black smear disappeared into his flesh.
Trin woke what felt like days later, but with a quick glance at the clock, she realized it had only been three hours. Padding down the stairs in her flannel pj’s and slippers, she wondered why Kit hadn’t come to wake her up before now.
A quick glance at the dining room table brought up another question. Kit’s papers were still scattered all over. Where the heck was she?
“Kit. Are you here?”
Trin knew it shouldn’t have taken her this long to finish her proposals, as she’d seen her do it a dozen times before. Receiving no response, Trin thought perhaps her sister had started the spell without her, not wanting to disturb her sleep. She opened the door to the cellar and called out. “Kit. Are you down there?”
Again...no response.
Panicked and now fully awake, Trin began to scour the house.
There were no signs of a struggle and all the doors and windows were shut and locked. All but the front. It stood slightly ajar, letting in a chilled breeze, one that scattered a light dusting of snow over the threshold. Trin shivered as terror filled her veins.
She slammed the door, locked it, and ran into the cellar. Gathering her scrying mirror, Trin tossed a flame at the candles on the altar and set to finding out what the hell had happened while she’d been sleeping.
The mirror swirled and the vision came quick. Kit was sitting at the table when suddenly, the front door burst open. Kit walked out onto the stoop, peering left and right, then turned back towards the house. Suddenly, the door slammed shut then rebounded slightly. Through the crack of the opening, Trin could see that Kit was nowhere in sight.
“Dammit!”
Trin quickly gathered a map and her pendulum for a locator spell. Pulling deep on her magic she demanded, “Show me my sister.” The crystal point spun wildly, vibrating between multiple spots. Their house, the Hardy’s, the forest, Washington DC, Ipswich and various routes in-between.
“What the hell?” Trin cussed.
Raising the bar, Trin nicked her thumb on the ceremonial knife she’d purchased from Lillian’s shop, and placed a drop of blood on the tip of the pendulum. “Show me my blood sister.”
Trin gasped as the crystal point stilled then shifted between only two spots on the map. The Hardy house, and Washington DC.
“Hey. You started without me?” Kit’s voice came from the bottom of the stairs.
Trin dropped the pendulum and spun around. “What the hell happened to you?”
“What are you talking about? I just ran to the store.” Kit frowned, holding up a bag of candles and a container of salt. “I thought we could use these
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