Page 4 of Kick the Candle (Knight Games 2)
The woman laughed, a sound as pure and clear as a choir of bells. My eyes started to hurt so I looked away from her, back at the bowl. It was empty.
"Yes, I know who you seek, and I send him to you with my blessing. He is yours and will teach you what you need to know."
The woman opened her hand. A black butterfly bobbed toward me, growing fast and spreading out until it barreled into me. I somersaulted backwards from the impact, eyes closed against the onslaught. Everything-the garden, the woman-disappeared in a wash of darkness.
"Grateful!" A hand slapped my cheek. "Grateful, snap out of it!"
I opened my eyes to see Michelle hovering over me.
"D-did it work?" I stammered.
The corner of Michelle's mouth tugged upward. "Um, yeah. It worked."
"So what is it? A cat? An owl?"
"Maybe you should see for yourself," she said.
She helped me up to a sitting position. Behind my silver bowl was a huge black ball of feathers. I reached for it and a pair of beady black eyes popped open to peer at me. A large hooked beak snapped the air and two shiny black wings stretched on either side of a lissome black body.
"It's a crow," I said with distaste. On the spectrum of magical creatures, I hadn't expected a yard rat. The thing looked like something I'd shoo off the garbage cans.
Michelle took a step back. "That's not a crow, Grateful; it's a raven. And I think it just pooped on your floor."
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"Hey Grateful, why are zombies entered under Wayward Magic instead of Supernaturals?" Absent-mindedly, Michelle leaned back from the computer monitor, hands cradling the base of her head.
"Because they're animated dead bodies," I explained to my friend. "The body itself is natural, as opposed to ghouls or fairies who were born and raised Supers." I flipped to the next page in the Book of Light, which featured an eavesdropping spell that enchanted a bee to listen in and relay information to the spell caster. Sigh. As if a vampire wouldn't be suspicious of a bumblebee persistently circling its head. Still, an earlier reincarnation of myself thought this spell was important enough to put in the daddy of all grimoires. My book of magic had been with me for multiple lifetimes; I needed to trust in its wisdom. With a tap of the return key, I started a new database entry.
Michelle lifted her cup of coffee from the desk and took a deep swig. "But what about vampires and shifters? They were human once? Why are they under Supernatural?"
I stopped typing and gave it some thought. I'd only been the Monk's Hill Witch for two months. Magic and supernatural monsters were new to me too, even if I was a Hecate, a.k.a sorceress of the dead.
"I think it's because with zombies, someone else is pulling the strings. Whoever animates them controls them. They're soulless, for lack of a better word. Vampires and shifters can make their own decisions-well, as long as it meshes with the orders of their coven or pack leader."
"Hmm. Who controls the ones you've imprisoned in the cemetery?" She stood and walked to the window overlooking my front yard. The glass still sported the Anderson Windows sticker from when Rick replaced it two months ago after the vampire, Marcus, shattered it escaping us.
"The zombies? They're possessed by a type of vaporous demon from the underworld. In my last life, I sentenced them to hell for possessing humans. Of course, the demons were expunged from the human bodies, so...ah...they possess corpses to come out at night. They can't come out of the underworld without one. The fresh air is toxic to them."
"Oh."
I didn't want to be a bitch or anything, but I wished she'd get back to work. I'd slayed Marcus, but Julius was still out there. As vamps went, Marcus was child's play compared to Julius. I'd only met the vamp once, but once was enough. Julius was ancient, insidious, and had a following. I suspected Julius had killed my last incarnation, and now was growing his free coven to dangerous sizes in hopes history would repeat itself. The spells in the Book of Light offered my best hope for protecting myself against Julius, and this database promised fast and easy access on the move. The book itself wasn't going anywhere. The tome weighed hundreds of pounds.
I truly appreciated Michelle volunteering to help me with data entry, but when she got like this, questioning, it really slowed us down. We'd only put in about four hours. I wanted to get another hundred entries done before sunset and all the responsibilities that came with it.
Thankfully, she walked back to my iMac and sat down. "At least we can work during the day now. Real, honest to goodness desks," she said, knocking on the wood.
I shrugged. I'd found two big desks at Elmer Bishop's estate sale for next to nothing, which was everything in my checking account. I butted them against each other and networked my new computer, a birthday gift from my dad, with my old laptop. We could both make entries to the same database. Plus, the Book of Light was large enough that if we opened it across the two desks, Michelle could enter one spell while I entered another. It was a nice set-up.
"Not that your magic isn't totally cool, Grateful. I mean, conjuring shit out of the ether is wicked awesome, but you have to admit, it's nice not to have them disappear when the sun comes up."
"Yeah." Unfortunately, the magic of my attic was tied to the night air and everything I conjured disappeared when the sun rose. It sucked, but I suppose everything has to have limits. Otherwise, I'd be conjuring myself a million dollars up here.
The soothing rhythm of vigorous typing filled the air between us...for all of thirty seconds.
"Did you hear about Logan?" Michelle asked, blowing away any delusions I'd had about her getting back to work.
"Hear what? I saw him at physical therapy yesterday. He's walking pretty well with a cane. Put some weight on too."
