Author: Aileen Erin
Category: Paranormal
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Nothing. I couldn’t see anything except spiderwebs. Yuck. I really didn’t want to put my hand in there. Not even a little bit. But curiosity got the better of me. I squeezed my eyes shut, and reached inside.
Still nothing.
I grabbed my cellphone from my bag and turned on the flashlight function. It was empty. There wasn’t a book in there anymore.
Why would I see that book if I wasn’t meant to find it? Or maybe it was a useless vision. Lord knew I had enough of those in my life.
But she’d looked straight at me. As if telling me to find that journal. No one had ever noticed me in a vision before. If someone had asked me if it were possible five minutes ago, I would’ve said no way. Now, I wasn’t so sure.
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“Tessa!” Claudia shouted from downstairs.
“Yeah?”
“Someone’s here to see you.”
For a second I got my hopes up that it was Dastien or Meredith, but I knew better. I’d have to look into finding the journal later. I straightened the rug back in place and headed downstairs.
“Daniel,” I said when I spotted the visitor. “What do you need?”
“I’m here to start your training.” He was wearing a pair of jeans and a pressed button-down. His hair was still wet from a shower, but I smelled a faint hint of cloves under his soap.
“Training?” I asked.
“Yup. Mom wants me to make sure you’re well versed in our ways. You’re not here for too long, so I figured it was better to get started on it sooner rather than later.”
Daniel was the guy that the coven—or maybe just Luciana—had wanted me to end up with. And apparently they still did. The brujos didn’t have mates like the pack did, but I’d bet my life that if Luciana could arrange my marriage to her son, she would. All the better to bind me to the coven.
I hoped Luciana wasn’t trying to manipulate some sort of relationship between us by sending him here. Because that so wasn’t going to happen.
This was perfect. Dastien wasn’t going to like this at all. “All right. Where do you want to work?”
“They have a room here for working craft. We’ll head that way.”
I nodded. “Okay.” He led me to a room down the hall behind the living room. When he opened the door, the first thing that hit me was the smell. So many different dried and burnt things. The room was dark. Only a small window opposite the door let in a little bit of light. The walls were painted black. Black counters topped the waist high cabinets that surrounded the room, and black-painted shelves took up every inch of wall space starting a foot on top of the counters. I wasn’t counting, but I guessed they held hundreds, if not thousands of glass bottles.
It was like the Metaphysics supply room on steroids. The bottles were older. Some of the glass bottles had that old-timey warped look to them. The handwritten labels had yellowed with age and were marked with beautiful, scrawling scripts. A beaten wooden worktable took up the center of the room, and stacks of books were piled underneath—I made a mental note to keep an eye out for any brown books with a teal pattern. A small iron cauldron, some measuring stuff, and a few other odds and ends cluttered the working surface.
Now this was what came to mind when I thought of witches. “What’s all this stuff?”
“For spells. Each family has a fully stocked room. We try and make sure that we have anything we might need in case of emergencies.”
“Do you have a lot of emergencies?”
He laughed. “No. But you never know. That’s why they’re called emergencies.”
I grinned. Maybe Daniel wasn’t so bad after all. Not everyone could be judged by their parents. “Right.”
“So, I figured there were plenty of things we could start out with—lighting a fire, levitating an object, becoming invisible—”
The proverbial light bulb went off. “That’s how Luciana snuck into the full moon ceremony.”
“Exactly. But I thought it’d be more useful to you to learn a basic protection spell.”
I did my best to not look disappointed. “Okay.”
“You’re in a place where you don’t trust anyone. I thought it’d be better in light of that, but hey, if you want to start with lighting candles, we can do that, too.”
I waved a hand through the air. “No. You’re right. I’m being dumb. Protection will be much more useful. It’d be good to not get spelled again—like what your mom did—”