“Were any of the other
ladies who got a new color today descendants of the founding families?” asked
Mrs. Welch.
“No,” Heather answered
weakly.
Mrs. Welch folded her
hands and said matter-of-factly. “It’s the curse.”
The town hall erupted in
mummers and Elise overhead both the words “crazy” and “she’s got a point”
running through the crowd.
“That’s an awful big
smile for such an odd situation,” Cage whispered into her ear and Elise
swallowed the large grin.
“I just find it amusing
that she believes in curses,” stated Elise.
“Now, I find that
amusing,” said Cage.
Elise furrowed her brows
at the man. He was so strange and she didn’t like it. It was as if he could see
right through her. It was as if he could tell she was a witch. Her mind floated
to what Rosemary had said about Cage being a warlock. She leaned in a little
closer, trying to catch a whiff of magic, but felt nothing. He didn’t seem to
be a warlock. Her mind raced with possibilities until one barreled to the
forefront.
Cage Martin was a hunter.
Chapter
5
“You can’t possibly
believe he’s a hunter,” stated Rosemary.
Elise had hurried out of
the town hall meeting as soon as Mayor Garver had banged the gavel and declared
the meeting over due to insanity and gone straight to the library. She couldn’t
blame him, after Mrs. Welch’s speech, there was not going back to the normal
itinerary. As she had fled out the door, she could hear Mrs. Welch ordering the
founding families to lock their doors through Halloween and if they were lucky,
they might just live to tell about it.
Elise had scoffed at the
notice. Of course they would live, but they just might not enjoy that life,
which was the point of the curse. She wanted them gone, all of them, founding
families or not.
“I do,” said Elise, as
she walked behind the circulation desk and pressed a button. She then walked
into the small sorting room and pushed on the wall. A secret door opened
revealing another hundred or so books. This secret room held Elise’s treasured
grimoire collection.
Of course, she had her
family’s trusted spell book, but she also bought every authentic grimoire she
could find in used bookstores and off the internet. The sad truth was the
family heirlooms were often sold in ignorance. Elise held on to each book and
cherished it, hoping the owners were want it returned someday to carry on their
own family’s legacy. The sad truth was, very seldom did she get requests for
the grimoires to be returned.
She shook the sad thought
away. She couldn’t worry about other magical families losing their spell books
right now. If she had a hunter in her town, then she needed to be prepared.
“Elise, you have to talk
to me,” said Rosemary.
“No, she doesn’t,” said
Ernest floating into the secret library. “If there’s a hunter here she needs to
get rid of him and fast. He’ll kill her and us, so to speak, if she doesn’t do
something.”
“Then why didn’t he kill
us the other day when he was in here?” asked Rosemary. “We were all off-guard,
it would have been easy for him.”
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