by Amy Boyles
Reid giggled. I laughed too. Nan was her old self again, ready to kick some butt and heat up a can of processed ravioli.
"So that was y'all’s little game?" I said to Grandma and Nan. I wagged my finger at them. "Y'all are sneaky. I never would've thought Grandma would've faked—"
Grandma clapped her hands together. The sound thundered in the room. I jumped. Reid yelped.
"No time for any more talk. Let's go, Nan. Reid, you coming?"
Reid scurried up beside them. "Yeah, I've got a date with Rick, remember?"
I frowned. "That was days ago. Is he even going to remember that you exist?"
Reid stuck her tongue out at me. "For your information, Miss Smartypants, when we get home, it'll be the exact same moment that we left. We won't have lost any time at all."
I gaped at her. My head snapped over to Milly. "Is that right? Is she telling the truth?"
Milly nodded. "I may have worked a spell to make sure you didn't lose any time. We told you things worked different here."
"I guess so." My stomach churned. I flattened my hand against it and sat down. I waved at Reid and Grandma. "Y'all go ahead. I'm going to wait for Sera to come home."
"For someone who couldn't wait to get out of here, you sure are wanting to build a home here," Grandma said.
"Not likely," I replied.
Reid pointed out the window. "I think she's going to be busy with her new boyfriend for a while."
I rose and sure enough saw Sera and Brock the Monkey King strolling hand in hand through the garden. A smile curled my lips. A few seconds later Grandma, Reid and Nan were gone.
"I take it Nan didn't know about Grandma's little trick," I said to Milly.
Milly thumped her cane on the floor. "Nope and she wants to keep it that way. She's afraid it'll make Nan feel less useful."
I nodded. "Got it. Keep my lips zipped."
Milly sat quietly. She stared at me. Those beady little eyes bored holes into my head.
"What is it?" I said.
"You defeated Bannock, a magic stealer."
My stomach really churned now. I flattened out on the bed, trying not to groan. "I guess so. I had to drink the reversal spell to do it, though."
She slapped her thigh and howled with laughter. "You're in for it now, toots."
"What?" I draped an arm over my forehead.
She caned over and hovered above the bed, peering down at me. "That spell will make you sick as a dog. Sick as a dog."
I started to sit up, but a wave of nausea overtook me. "But I thought that was only if you didn't believe."
She shook her head. "Nope. It does it either way. Bertie just tells everyone that so they won't be afraid to drink it."
A knot of something gross surged in the back of my throat. I was going to be sick, no doubt about it. "That's a terrible thing to lie about."
"But if we'd told you the truth, you never would've drank it. So you might be dead now. Which is worse? A little vomit or a lifetime of dead?"
I rolled onto my side. "Ask me tomorrow."
She smiled, that gnarly little twisted face of hers taking genuine pleasure in my agony. "I've got some good news for you, kid. Something that will help."
"Better be something to knock me out," I groaned.
Milly snapped her fingers. The distinct sound of wooden wings beating the air filled the room. I pushed up from the bed. A tsunami of nausea washed over me. I held it in. Held back the sickness as I watched Polly Parrot land on Milly's shoulder.
"Polly!" I reached over and stroked his tiny wooden head. "But how?"
Milly rolled her eyes. "What kind of witch would I be if I couldn't fix an enmagicked parrot?"
"Not a very good one," I said.
"You're right." She stroked his beak. "It took a little bit of work, but I've got him fixed to his old self."
"I'm so glad," I said.
"But I'm afraid he'll be sticking with me now. He says you've got too much drama going on."
I almost shot Polly a look of death. Too much drama? He's the one who helped me out with that.
"Well, whatever. I'm glad he's okay." I rolled back onto the bed. "Now, if you could get me a bucket, a cold washcloth and leave me alone, that would be great."
Milly snapped her fingers again. "Done."
And that's how I spent Christmas. With my head in a bucket, emptying my stomach for the next twenty-four hours. I planned on doing it by myself, but Milly told Roman, who emptied my trash can and brought me crackers. I never let him stay in the room too long, though. I mean, I didn't want to completely gross him out. This trip had been bad enough. I had to save some of my dignity.
Luckily, after your boyfriend has watched you puke into a bin, you don't have to worry about dignity.
Because guess what, that's the last thing anybody's concerned about.
EPILOGUE
I sprinted down the stairs of the castle two at a time. I was going home! After a day of puking my guts out, I was finally ready to return to Silver Springs and get back to my life.
After all, I had a dress shop to run, peeps.
Sera had left on Christmas, the day before, with who else—Brock the Monkey King. I had to say, they looked like quite the handsome couple. They were all cozy and snuggly when they walked through the curtain back home. I was almost jealous.
Almost.
I had my own male to snuggle up to. And that's where I was headed right now. To get Roman and go home. Woo-hoo!
I ran into Em on the way out. I took her hands. Never in my life had I been so glad to see her.
"All hail the queen," I said.
A smile curved her lips. "You were a good one," she said.
"But you're better. And you won fair and square."
"You couldn't be more right, chickadee. But in four years, if you want to run, let me know. I'll put in a good word for you."
I gave her a quick hug and said good-bye.
My lungs burned by the time I exited the door at the rear of the castle. I really needed to start running or something. I slowed my pace to a steady walk and waved at the folks outside their cottages in the little village.
It was just so cute. I wanted to pinch it.
Roman stood outside his cottage, closing up what looked like a saddlebag.
I guess because it was the day after Christmas and I was feeling a thousand percent better, I greeted him in the most daring way ever.
"Hey, handsome," I said.
He flashed me a huge smile. "Feeling better?"
"Much," I said. "Thank you for everything you did yesterday. I couldn't have made it without you."
"Anytime, darlin'. Whatever you need. You know that I'd do anything for you."
I shot those sunglassed eyes a daring look. "Anything? Come on, Roman. Don't be so dramatic."
He swept his shades to the top of his head and said, "Anything, Dylan. You don't know how much you mean to me."
I shivered. Gulp. When did this conversation get so serious all of a sudden? I laughed nervously. A sliver of saliva caught in the back of my throat. The laugh turned into a hacking cough.
"You okay?" Roman asked.
I waved him off. "Fine," I croaked. "I'm fine. But you'd better watch out, I might take you up on that offer of doing anything for me."
He slipped his hand into mine. "I wish you would." He sat on a small bench on his porch and pulled me into his lap.
I tugged on a lock of his hair. "It's a little late for me to tell you what I want for Christmas, Santa."
He rolled his eyes. "That's not why you're sitting on me."
"It's not?"
"No."
I glanced down into those sea-green eyes that melted my heart and my spine and liquefied my bones every time I met them. "Then why am I sitting here?"
Roman glanced away. He cleared his throat. Was he nervous about something? Surely not.
I did something so daring, y'all. I mean, Roman and I had been dating a few months, but you know me, I'm not ju
st going to take some guy’s hand first or anything. Besides, even though we'd been seeing each other for a while, it was all very proper. We went out on dates and very rarely spent a lot of time at his house, usually because he was busy or I was.
Okay, so here's what I did—I took his chin between my thumb and finger and tipped his face to mine. I know, scandal! His eyes widened.
"What's going on? What's bothering you?" I said.
He inhaled. "There's something I need to tell you."
"Okay, shoot."
"You know what you mean to me."
I shrugged. "I guess so."
He smirked. "You guess so?"
"You're kinda tight-lipped, in case you haven't noticed. Not the most gushy person on the planet."
He clutched his heart in fake cardiac-arrest mode. "I think you just broke my heart."
I quirked a brow. "Did I? I didn't know you cared so much."
He wiped a lock of hair from my eyes. "Darlin', I've got enough feelings for you to send us both to the moon."
Gulp.
"Just because I don't say it, doesn't mean I don't feel it."
I nodded.
"You're saying I've never told you how much I care about you."
I shrugged. "I don't know. I guess I've never really thought about it."
He slid me down onto the bench beside him and took my hands. "Then let's get this straight right now. You, Dylan Apel, have taken over my heart. You own a piece of me that I can never get back. I'm yours for as long as you want me, and I hope you want me for a very, very long time."
Tears bloomed in my eyes. "Okay," I murmured.
He swiped a finger along my cheek. "Does that help you to understand how I feel about you?"
"Yes," I whispered.
He nodded. "Good. Because there's something I have to tell you."
I frowned. "Are you breaking up with me?"
A dark gash crossed his face. "Why would I be telling you that I love you and breaking up with you at the same time?"
Wait. What?
"You didn't say you loved me."
Roman paused. He hooked his hand behind my neck and dipped his forehead to touch mine. "Would it hurt your feelings if I did?"
My heart expanded. I swear it was like in How the Grinch Stole Christmas. My heart broke through three bands of steel, it swelled so big.
"No, it wouldn't hurt my feelings at all."
"Because I do love you," he murmured. Roman brushed his lips across my forehead. "More than you can ever imagine."
My heart skipped, it leaped, it did somersaults, and yet—"Roman, I feel so much for you. I just can't quite say that yet."
He smiled. The edges of his eyes crinkled. "You'll say it when you're ready." He hugged me. We were silent for a good solid minute.
My heart stormed against my rib cage. I felt so bad not telling him I loved him. There were times when I felt it. But I simply wasn't ready to say it.
"Gosh, I only came by to get you so that we could go home," I said. "How'd this turn all serious?"
Roman chuckled. He rose and pulled me up with him. "I'm about ready."
"Good. Because I've still got your Christmas present, remember?"
Something loud shuffled behind the house. I threw Roman a confused glance. His eyes narrowed.
"Stay here." He jumped down the steps and headed back.
Yeah, like I was going to listen to that.
I took the steps and turned toward the forest that butted up against the village. I saw Roman just past the brook. I saw another man, too. He wore buckskin pants, a vest made of hide and I swear a raccoon hat.
I'm pretty sure it was Davy Crockett.
The man raised a staff. "Who are you? What do you want?"
"Listen, pal, you're on my property," Roman said.
The man paused. Turned his ear toward Roman as if he were trying to hear him better. Sunlight glinted off his brown eyes. His face was ragged, hard, like he'd lived in the forest for the past ten years. Dirt coated his clothes and his body. To be honest, I was surprised the man could even speak. He looked like he'd been removed from civilization eons ago.
His face paled. "Roman?"
Roman staggered back a step. I strode forward until I reached his side. He grabbed my hand, anchoring himself to me.
"Dad?" Roman gasped.
I peered through the slats of sunlight in the trees. My mind whirled to the pictures of Roman's father in his house. It could be him twenty years later and twenty pounds lighter. I looked closer at his eyes.
They were Roman's, only a different color.
Oh my word. It was Richard Bane. Roman's father—the one man who'd been in the castle the night of the murders. He stood here. In the forest. Looking like a trapper from 1840.
"Dad?" Roman repeated.
"Roman? Where's your mother?" Richard said.
Roman and I exchanged glances. Well, it looked like we had a whole other mystery on our hands.
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Amy Boyles grew up reading Judy Blume and Christopher Pike. Somehow, the combination of coming of age books and teenage murder mysteries made her want to be a writer. After graduating college at DePauw University, she spent some time living in Chicago, Louisville, and New York before settling back in the South. Now, she spends her time chasing two toddlers while trying to stir up trouble in Silver Springs, Alabama, the fictional town where Dylan Apel and her sisters are trying to master witchcraft, tame their crazy relatives, and juggle their love lives.
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Queen Witch
by Amy Boyles
Copyright © 2016 Amy Boyles
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Table of Contents
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
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sp; Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Epilogue
