by Willow Mason
“A responsible librarian would inform them of that fact instead of trying to steal their heritage away from them.” I shook my head. “Didn’t you hear what the supernatural council said? We should aim to align ourselves positively with other covens, not set up as their enemies.”
“Spoken like a true leader,” Prue said, sidling into the edge of our group, Barnaby snaking around her legs in a figure eight. “If you’re becoming supreme, I need to have a chat with you about the empty spot in the third tier. We mightn’t always have been the best of friends, but I’m prepared to overlook past transgressions if you’re willing to recognise how my insights would benefit the team.”
“Not you, too.” I clutched Beezley tightly on my shoulder, using the distraction of his weight to alter my focus. “How about you stop supposing I’m going to run for the position until I announce the intention?”
“So, you are running,” Glynda said, poking me in the ribs. “It’s good to hear.”
I opened my mouth to deny I’d suggested anything of the sort, then sighed. They’d get the message when I didn’t put my name forward at the next coven meeting. If I kept my trap shut, the entire preposterous suggestion would just fade away.
“Oh, here comes the finale,” I squealed, a perfect distraction.
Brianna waved her arms as she balanced on her tail, sweeping a wide swathe of seawater into the air. With a seaweed brush, she painted in spume across the gleaming screen—nine more weeks of summer.
Beezley frowned and I could see him performing the quick calculation in his head. “So, the same amount of summer we always get?”
“Not the point, little dude,” Porangi said with a peaceful smile on his face. He leaned over to brush a light kiss on the side of Harriet’s cheek, making her blush a vibrant red. “Not the point at all.”
About the Author
Willow Mason is the author of Witchy Paranormal Cozy Mysteries.
She lives in a small town in New Zealand, far too close to the beach and fantastic walking trails to get nearly as much work done as she should. Until someone bestows magic powers on her, she’ll just keep hoping for the invention of self-cleaning dishes and self-washing clothes.
www.willowmason.com
Also by Willow Mason
Selective Spells (Beezley and the Witch: Book One)
Vexatious Voodoo (Beezley and the Witch: Book Two)
Muddled Mutt (Beezley and the Witch: Book Three)
