Paranormal Romance: The Witches' Prophecy (Calder Witch Series Book 2)

by Martha Woods

  “My uncle passed away, and without a guardian, I had to return to my parents. You see, my parents also manage an antique business, but they live in Russia and deal mostly in Asia. I used to travel with my uncle in America, learning the family business and helping him wherever I could,” I explain as I find a clean pan and begin heating it over the stove. And by learn the family business, what I really meant was I learned about the supernatural realm from my uncle. He would introduce me to many species of creatures from vampires to werewolves, to witches and sorceries. My uncle explained it was important to be peaceful and respectful to all sorts of beings, especially since our people are at war with the supernatural realm, the place where demons and spirits cross over to our realm and often cause chaos. He always told me that even the most dangerous creature could prove to be a great alley in our war. Even more so when it came to finding tokens and collecting, or destroying them.

  “Why haven’t you ever come to visit?” John asks as I pour the batter into the pan. I keep my focus on my cooking and talk over my shoulder to them.

  “Unlike my uncle, my parents are reluctant to let me leave their side, especially my mother. For the last fifteen years, I’ve been studying and working with them. My brother is busy with his scientific research, so I’ve been left managing daily operations with my mother while my Dad is away,” I explain.

  “Then why are you here now?” Elizabeth quickly follows with another question. I flip the pancakes in the pan, and finally turn towards her, giving Darien a reassuring smile that their questions do not bother me.

  “When I heard about your parent’s death, I came as soon as I could. With my experience in the antique business, I’m confident I can find a buyer for what your parents worked so hard to create and make sure their work lives on,” I explain. Their faces soften as I turn back towards the stove and finish flipping the pancakes onto plates for us all to enjoy. I set the plates in front of them and take a seat at the island.

  “Well, I’m glad you’re here, Anna. I feel like I’m starving half the time,” John says before taking a large bite of his food. I can’t help but laugh as I glance over at Darien. A smile has finally crossed his face and I feel we can move past the awkward introductions.

  “Unfortunately, I wasn’t given much time off and my mother expects me to conduct some business for her while I’m here, but I will stay as long as it takes to make sure your parent’s work is continued by a reliable person.” I wish I could lie and say I was going to be around for as long as they needed me, but then I would be tempted to never return to the Kingdom. Being so far away from my daily routine and bland wardrobe, it truly made me envy normal humans and their oblivious nature to what constantly hides in the shadows.

  I finish the rest of the meal in silence as I listen to Elizabeth and John ideally chat about what they want to do today. Eventually, they leave the room as I promise them I’ll come visit again before I have to leave. Finally, I’m left alone with Darien as he takes my plate and sets it in the sink.

  “Thank you for breakfast,” he starts as he sits next to me at the island.

  “Your welcome. After all, I couldn’t let you burn down your parent’s house,” I say. I can’t help but chuckle, but it’s more form the ironic situation more than the humorous fact that Darien still lacks any cooking skills despite his creative ability.

  “It’s hard for you to be here, isn’t it?” he asks as he places his hand on mine. I try to relax as he slides his fingers into mine and tightens his grip. I return the gesture as I keep my focus on the space in front of me. I can hear the morning birds outside as they chirp and flutter away. I begin to fear the morning sun, wondering if my sunglasses will be enough to keep the deep glow from my eyes when I’m surrounded in sunlight.

  “It is hard, Darien. But I can’t hide forever. One way or another I would have made my way back to this house to face my nightmares. I couldn’t even sleep without first coming back downstairs to look at the room,” I admit as I finally angle my head towards him. His face looks grim at my confession.

  “One of these days, Anna, you’ll need to forgive yourself over what happened.”

  I shake my head as I remove my hand from his and stand. “Even now, that seems like an impossible action. Anyways, I need to head into the city and meet my contact. I can come by tomorrow morning and talk about who would be most suited to pick up your parent’s work.”

  “I’d appreciate that, Anna. I’m really glad you came,” Darien says as he stands and walks me to the front door. “But I got to ask you one more question before you go.”

  “Yes?” I ask as I take a step outside. Already I can feel the heat of the day raising. I start thinking of all the places where I can buy some more clothes to stay cool throughout the day.

  “What’s with the sunglasses?”

  I can’t help but nervously laugh as I instinctively re-adjust my sunglasses. “Unfortunately, I’m not perfect and have developed a sensitivity to sunlight. So, I’m stuck wearing sunglasses during the day,” I poorly explain.

  “That is surprising. I always thought you were perfect.” We both laugh as I place my hand on his shoulder for a moment, wishing I could stay longer. But I need to remind myself about my real mission here, so I lower my hand again.

  “I’ll be by in the morning,” I say before I turn and walk down the long driveway to the main road.

  “What took you so long?” I ask Morgan as I slide into the rental car. We look like secret agents, dawning sunglasses and tired expressions.

  “If you have already forgotten, Princess, I don’t particularly like being awake during the day and it’s a much brighter world outside the Kingdom,” Morgan says before peeling off down the road. Despite the heavily tinted windows, I could tell he was having issues with the sunlight.

  “Well, let’s make this quick. What have you learned?”

  “On the floor is some info l I dug up on a human named Tony Yung,” he says as I take a moment to pull a thin folder from below my feet. A single page rests inside with chicken scratch on both sides.

  “And what is so special about Mr. Yung?”

  “He was supposed to hand over a token he inherited from his father, oh about twenty years ago. Slimy fellow has been evading our scouts for years. But it seems the man has gotten greedy and fat in this city. Owns a successful restaurant and several properties around town. I’m sure he’s keep it out of reach, but close enough that it’s been beneficial for him,” Morgan explains as he turns down a narrow alleyway into a small parking spot behind a townhouse.

  “And this place is?”

  “Where I’m sleeping today. Take the car and do what you need to do, but I’m not much of an escort if I can’t get a decent day’s rest,” Morgan admits as he steps out of the car without another word. I roll my eyes as I climb into the driver’s seat and pull away from the building after jotting down the address.

  Wanting to get more information on Tony Yung, I head downtown to scout out his restaurant. Parking on a main road, I get out and start ideally walking down the congested sidewalk. With it being tourist session, it’s easy to blend in with the crowd. When I reach the Thai restaurant, I sit at a table outside, close enough where I can see inside but hopefully not apparent enough to be noticed by the owner if he is around.

  As I enjoy an order of Thai tea and pad thai, I closely observe every person walking in and out of the restaurant. For it being early afternoon, I’m surprised by the sheer number of people who are dinning in. None of the other restaurants close by are experiencing anywhere close to the same number of customers, and for it being a Tuesday many of the customers in the restaurant are drinking wine.

  As I glance back down at the table, I notice a wine glass has been placed before me and is already full of a golden colored liquid. I trace my fingers around the rim of the glass as I stare through the liquid. Even though I rarely drink while on a job, I can’t help but have an overwhelming feeling that if I drink the wine, and maybe an entire bottl
e, I’ll feel so much better. My hand twitches, causing the glass to topple over and shatter on the ground. The sound draws the attention of several people walking by, but I pretend not to notice. I pull a few bills from my wallet and leave it on the table before I get up and walk away.

  The further I get away from the restaurant, the better I begin to feel. It becomes obvious to me that the token is somehow effecting the wine, making it more desirable regardless of the time of day. I roll my shoulders as I step into a shop to catch my breath and clear my head. Even now, the desire still rests inside me, my thoughts slowly trying to influence me to go back. I distract myself by searching for a few new outfits to use during my stay in the south.

  With shopping bags in hand, I make it back to the rental car without any more issues. The feel of the air conditioning is welcoming as I look over Tony Yung’s other properties in town. Making my way to each, I scout out a few storage buildings and finally end my search at an old, brick townhouse situated on a very wealthy street.

  “Looks like Mr. Yung has it made here,” I whisper under my breath as I step out of the car and take the steps to the front door. As I look through the glass of the front door, it’s easy to tell that the place is empty, but clean. When I test the door knob, I’m surprised to find that it’s unlocked. But as I crack the door, the unwanted sensation fills my body once again as my mind is quickly filled with thoughts of returning to the restaurant and enjoying a bottle of wine.

  Bingo, I think as I pull the door closed and quickly make it back to the car. Without a doubt, I’m confident I have located the location of the token. Its call is strong. Stronger than most, I ponder as I make my way to a familiar internet café. I have several memories of going to this place with my uncle. There are only a few ways to send a secure message out of a big city, and that normally includes going to places that are owned by the Kingdom.

  “Anastasi!” I hear my name yelled from the back of the café once I step through the door.

  “Lucy?!” I yell back as I welcome a strong figure into my arms. The woman lifts me from the ground and spins me around as though I’m as light as air. “I would have never imagined you still being here? How is your family?” I ask as she sets me down and drags me behind the counter. Thankfully the place is almost empty, but the few people that are at computers look up momentarily to see if there is going to be another outbreak of emotion.

  “The clan has never left, despite the increasing numbers of numerous races in the city. Speaking of, you stink of death,” the werewolf replies as she pulls up a stool for me to sit in. I can’t help but laugh as she quickly sets to making me a cup of tea. I wanted to protest that it was too hot, but I wouldn’t want to ruin this traditional greeting for Lucy. As a child, I often played with her children in the forest, hunting animals or playing horrible pranks on each other.

  “My escort isn’t a fan of the day light,” I admit as I watch her work. She turns her attention from me as she assists a customer with a drink order and eventually comes back to me.

  “Does this mean you won’t be around for the rest of the summer?” she asks as she finally sits down across from me. I shake my head and take a small sip of the tea to show my respect. It’s overly sweat, but I like it.

  “I’m in town for business, then I’ll have to return to my family. But speaking of family, where are your offspring these days?” I say with a smile. Werewolves are known for their large families, something I always thought was miraculous.

  “Wild and gone as the wind, I suppose. A few still live in town, but like young people do, they are traveling the world and meeting with other clans. Though, like all families, they will eventually come back and settle in with spouses of their own,” she rambles on as she looks around the room. I sit in silence for a moment as I ponder her words. The idea of settling down isn’t something I can fully comprehend, or ever appreciate. Till the war is over, I’ll never be able to rest.

  “Lucy, I need to get a message to my mother. Do you mind if I use your computer?”

  “Now you’re starting to remind me of your uncle. Always here for business, never to just visit.” She reaches for my hand and holds it for a moment. “Of course, Princess. You are always welcomed here.” I smile at her despite the mentioning of my uncle. Lucy quickly retrieves a laptop from the back and allows me a few moments alone. As I open my emails, I find a message from my mother, already detailing perspective buyers I’m to contact and arrange meetings with. I print the list and reply with the details surrounding the token I’ve discovered. I hope my words are convincing enough that this trip is worth my absence.

  As Lucy settles in beside me with a plate of fresh baked bread between us, I can’t help but sigh. “Lucy, I’m going to need some supplies. Even though I wish this was a social visit, not much of what I do these days doesn’t consist of a higher purpose.” Lucy butters a piece of bread and hands it to me.

  “What’s mine is yours,”

  “And what’s mine is ours,” I say, finishing the slogan of the peaceful races.

  Chapter 4

  “Anna, it’s good…who is this?” Darien asks as I stand on the front porch of his house with Morgan by my side. I can’t help but smirk as I go to explain his appearance with me, but Morgan speaks before I have a chance.

  “Anastasi’s boyfriend…”

  “My business associate…” I glare at Morgan, tempted to take off sunglasses and really look at him, but instead I punch him in the arm, sending him stumbling down the stairs. Not bothering to look to see if he is okay, I turn my attention back to a very confused Darien. “Morgan has been appointed my business associate by my mother for this trip. He will be assisting us today with the appointments. And no, he is not my boyfriend. He wishes to death that I’d give him the time of day, but he has yet to understand that will never happen,” I explain as I try to give Darien my best smile. Though I can’t ignore the round of laughter that escapes Morgan’s mouth from the ground below.

  “What appointments?” Darien asks as Morgan composes himself and takes his position by my side.

  “I’ve taken the liberty to invite a few gentlemen to the house to discuss their interest in your parent’s work. I figured here would be as good as of place as any.” I can tell Darien doesn’t like the idea, but the longer we stare at each other, or at least the longer I stare at him through my sunglasses, the idea seems to settle with him.

  “Please come in,” he eventually says as I move past him and into the house. I can hear Elizabeth and John laughing as I follow the sound and eventually see them sitting in the formal living room. Cartoons play on the TV as they lounge on the couch.

  “Lizzy, I’m hungry,” John says to his sister as their faces continue to watch the screen, unaware of the small group that has crowded in the doorway.

  “Just a little bit longer, John. Darien promised he would take us out to eat once Anna comes by,” Elizabeth says.

  “Then let’s eat,” I say loudly, catching their attention. Their shocked expression is priceless as they leap from the couch and meet us in the doorway. “Elizabeth and John, I’d like to introduce you to my traveling campaign, Morgan.”

  “It is a pleasure to meet you both,” Morgan says as he bows deeply. The children look at him curiously and I try my best not to laugh.

  “You’ll have to forgive, Morgan. He is very European and hasn’t spent much time in America. Perhaps, John you’d like to teach him how to give a hand shake,” I say.

  For a moment, John looks at Morgan unsure what to do, but eventually he sticks out his hand and Morgan returns the gesture by lightly shaking it. John seems to relax as Morgan mumbles a thank you.

  “I told them we would get something to eat when you got here, but when is our first appointment?” Darien speaks up as he looks between Morgan and me. I could only imagine what he thought of both of us wearing sunglasses inside. And it didn’t help that Morgan was still dressed in jeans and a long-sleeved shirt.

  “I believe Mr. Lindenberg
will be here shortly. Would you be okay with Elizabeth and John having lunch with Morgan? I’m sure he wouldn’t mind bring something back for us to enjoy,” I suggest as I look over at Morgan. His experience is hard to read but I can tell Elizabeth likes the idea by the way she keeps watching Morgan.

  “Sounds good to me,” she quickly says as she pulls John after her towards the front door.

  “But you didn’t even ask what I wanted to eat,” Darien yells as he follows the two into the front room.

  “Are you sure about this, Princess?” Morgan whispers into my ear before I follow them. I turn to him and realize how close he is standing by me. If he could breath, I would have felt his breathe on my face.

  “Do this one thing for me Morgan, and I promise I won’t ask you to help me as I secure the toekn,” I suggest as I step away from him and look to see Elizabeth and John putting on shoes. “And make sure to pick up my package while you’re in town. I plan to get the token tomorrow.”

  “As you wish,” Morgan mumbles as we walk back to the front door.

  “Now Elizabeth, I expect you to look after Morgan for me. Make sure you tell him every little thing you’d like from the grocery store and anything you might need for the house. Okay?” I tell the two as they face me. A huge smile crosses Elizabeth’s face, and even John looks excited to go on this excursion.

  “This really isn’t necessary,” Darien says softly as I turn my focus back to him.

  “Don’t worry, Darrien. Morgan is my most trusted companion. More importantly, I insist.”

  “Well, I guess it’s okay since you insist.” Darien takes a moment to quickly embrace both his sister and brother before they both take either of Morgan’s hands and lead him out of the house. I can tell Morgan isn’t thrilled about the idea, but at least it gives me alone time with Darien.

  “Want to set up in the dining room?” I ask as I turn and begin walking back into the house when Darien catches my hand. I look up and then realize how contorted his face looks.