T*Witches: Kindred Spirits by H.B. Gilmour, Randi Reisfeld
Authors: H.B. Gilmour, Randi Reisfeld
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place for me to live.So I’m grateful, but I don’t have those kinds of feelings for her.”
“What kind of feelings would those be?” Even as she hated herself for doing it, Cam flirted.
“The kind I could have …” He brushed a stray lock of hair off her forehead and tucked it behind her ear. “… Maybe one day … for you.”
He’d done it again. She melted, wanting to believe at least this much was true. It was possible Shane had put a spell on her. Only she knew, by her instincts and in her heart, he had not.
There were two reasons Alex hadn’t followed Cam home after Sersee’s panther parade. Sersee and her lap-dogs were more than just mean-spirited rivals. They were dangerous.
Which led her to wonder, reason two, why Michaelina had been mouthing the words to the frog-to-log spell. And whether the punk pixie had “accidentally on purpose” given them the means to reverse the curse? Alex had more to gain hanging with the teen trio than sprinting after her shaken sister.
So, doing her best imitation of a wicked witch wanna-be — which included releasing Skeletor’s hair from its towering cone-head ’do — she stayed behind to schmooze with the teen trio.
Alex didn’t have to keep up the ruse for long.
Sersee got bored soon enough. With a toss of her restored, waist-length, corkscrew curls and a wave of her slinky arm, she whirled theatrically, “Errands to run, spells to cast, so many lives to ruin, so little time …”
Epie shrugged, curled her fingers around the panther’s collar, and trotted after her.
Michaelina waited, studying Alex with open curiosity. Then, turning toward the lake and casually skimming a stone across its surface, she asked, “So what’s it like where you live?”
“Ileana’s cottage?” Alex said, knowing that wasn’t what the pint-sized witch meant. “It’s fabulous, just like her. Come on, I’ll show you around.”
Too cool to confess she’d meant their mainland home, Michaelina shrugged and said, “Okay. I’m open.”
She was anything but.
Pumping Michaelina for info didn’t yield much — except for one heart-stopping detail. She, Sersee, and Epie, best friends, called themselves The Furies.
Treading carefully, Alex asked, “Random choice of name? Or —”
Proudly, Michaelina said, “You’ve never heard of The Furies of legend?”
Alex had just read about them in the book stored in her parents’ cedar chest. She said, “But that legend saysthey’re outcasts, living underground, doling out punishment.”
Impressed, Michaelina explained, “We’re more like an updated version. Only the old-fashioned, narrow-minded,” she bragged, “considered them outcasts, when really they were forward-thinkers, rebels even.”
“Rebelling against what exactly?” Alex asked.
“All the junk that’s shoved down our throats, Sersee says, at school and Unity Council meetings. The lore, the legends, the icky sweet kindness. Sersee says we question authority. We’re deciding for ourselves what to believe.”
Alex ventured, “You mean using your skills — your magick — for things other than the good of humankind?”
Michaelina chuckled. “You sound like a textbook. You sure you didn’t grow up here?”
“Very,” Alex confirmed as they approached the cottag. She felt Cam’s confusion, and then anger, radiating through the closed front door.
Trust me
, she tried to tell her twin, but Cam sent back a sarcastic
No way
and slipped out the back door as Alex led Michaelina inside. “But I know what Lord Karsh …” Her throat caught. “What he taught us. The reason we have these gifts is to help.”
“
You
inherited them,” Michaelina pointed out. “You, of the revered DuBaer family. They don’t want us toknow. But the truth is, not all your famous relatives were quite so perfect.”
Alex flashed on Thantos. And Fredo … and Tsuris and Vey. She was not surprised when Michaelina continued, “Sersee says some DuBaers were less grand and
“What kind of feelings would those be?” Even as she hated herself for doing it, Cam flirted.
“The kind I could have …” He brushed a stray lock of hair off her forehead and tucked it behind her ear. “… Maybe one day … for you.”
He’d done it again. She melted, wanting to believe at least this much was true. It was possible Shane had put a spell on her. Only she knew, by her instincts and in her heart, he had not.
There were two reasons Alex hadn’t followed Cam home after Sersee’s panther parade. Sersee and her lap-dogs were more than just mean-spirited rivals. They were dangerous.
Which led her to wonder, reason two, why Michaelina had been mouthing the words to the frog-to-log spell. And whether the punk pixie had “accidentally on purpose” given them the means to reverse the curse? Alex had more to gain hanging with the teen trio than sprinting after her shaken sister.
So, doing her best imitation of a wicked witch wanna-be — which included releasing Skeletor’s hair from its towering cone-head ’do — she stayed behind to schmooze with the teen trio.
Alex didn’t have to keep up the ruse for long.
Sersee got bored soon enough. With a toss of her restored, waist-length, corkscrew curls and a wave of her slinky arm, she whirled theatrically, “Errands to run, spells to cast, so many lives to ruin, so little time …”
Epie shrugged, curled her fingers around the panther’s collar, and trotted after her.
Michaelina waited, studying Alex with open curiosity. Then, turning toward the lake and casually skimming a stone across its surface, she asked, “So what’s it like where you live?”
“Ileana’s cottage?” Alex said, knowing that wasn’t what the pint-sized witch meant. “It’s fabulous, just like her. Come on, I’ll show you around.”
Too cool to confess she’d meant their mainland home, Michaelina shrugged and said, “Okay. I’m open.”
She was anything but.
Pumping Michaelina for info didn’t yield much — except for one heart-stopping detail. She, Sersee, and Epie, best friends, called themselves The Furies.
Treading carefully, Alex asked, “Random choice of name? Or —”
Proudly, Michaelina said, “You’ve never heard of The Furies of legend?”
Alex had just read about them in the book stored in her parents’ cedar chest. She said, “But that legend saysthey’re outcasts, living underground, doling out punishment.”
Impressed, Michaelina explained, “We’re more like an updated version. Only the old-fashioned, narrow-minded,” she bragged, “considered them outcasts, when really they were forward-thinkers, rebels even.”
“Rebelling against what exactly?” Alex asked.
“All the junk that’s shoved down our throats, Sersee says, at school and Unity Council meetings. The lore, the legends, the icky sweet kindness. Sersee says we question authority. We’re deciding for ourselves what to believe.”
Alex ventured, “You mean using your skills — your magick — for things other than the good of humankind?”
Michaelina chuckled. “You sound like a textbook. You sure you didn’t grow up here?”
“Very,” Alex confirmed as they approached the cottag. She felt Cam’s confusion, and then anger, radiating through the closed front door.
Trust me
, she tried to tell her twin, but Cam sent back a sarcastic
No way
and slipped out the back door as Alex led Michaelina inside. “But I know what Lord Karsh …” Her throat caught. “What he taught us. The reason we have these gifts is to help.”
“
You
inherited them,” Michaelina pointed out. “You, of the revered DuBaer family. They don’t want us toknow. But the truth is, not all your famous relatives were quite so perfect.”
Alex flashed on Thantos. And Fredo … and Tsuris and Vey. She was not surprised when Michaelina continued, “Sersee says some DuBaers were less grand and
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