Cage cleared his throat.
Elise knew even hunters were wary of familiars. “Those awful men, they did not
represent this town as a whole. They were greedy, wretched, and evil.
Personally, I’m glad Roark tore my father to bits, because I’m sure if he
hadn’t I would have the next time he laid a finger on my mother. I believe it’s
time to give this town a second chance.”
“I can’t,” stated Elise.
Cage shook his head, but
smiled. “Well then, I guess I have my work cut out for me to convince you while
thwarting off your curses. I gave Mr. King some ointment for his palms today. I
hope you’ll allow the old man to rest. He hasn’t gotten much sleep since you
cursed his hands to itch.”
“And Mrs. Welch?” asked
Elise.
“I gave her some
angelica, which voided your curse, but she now loves to swim, which is good for
a woman her age.” He gave Elise a wink. “I think you actually did her a favor.”
Elise huffed. “Anything
else I should know about?”
“Even though Heather King
wasn’t able to change the color of Pammy Nelson’s hair, she did manage to get
rid of the frizz and Pammie won the valley wide beauty pageant last night. The
judges loved the color, said it reminded them of sunrise, and they were elated
that Pammy had stepped outside of the conventional beauty box. I have it under
good authority that Heather’s beauty shop is overbook for the next month with
people wanting colorings.”
“How could you possibly
know that this early?” snapped Elise. “The shop isn’t even open.”
Cage shrugged
nonchalantly. “I just know.”
Elise let out a groan of
frustration as she turned and walked away from Cage.
“You’re not even going to
say good-bye?” Cage called after her.
She wasn’t even going to
turn around. Cage had already undid most of her curses from the previous day.
If he wanted a war of clever magic, she’d give him one.
Chapter
7
Elise stormed down the
street. If Cage Martin thought he could outwit her in a game of magic, he was sorely
mistaken. As she passed the café owned by the Martin family, she flicked her
wrist instantly changing all the salt shakers to sugar, sugar shakers to salt,
and the maple syrup to dark bitter molasses.
As she walked by the
Nelson house, she thought about how happy they must be that Pammy won the pageant
the night before. Mr. Nelson was the town’s exterminator and Elise figured it
was high time the bugs had their revenge. She flicked her wrist at their house
and filled it with termites, also placing spiders and roaches in every dark
corner. No matter what he used to get rid of the bugs, they’d be immune.
Every business or house
she passed that belonged to a founding family was cursed with a single flick of
her wrist. The grocery store owned by the Welches checked every item out for a
penny. She decided to put a den of black rat snakes in the walls of City Hall.
She even enchanted her precious library books, knowing it would look suspicious
if the library went un-phased. Every book that was checked out would be a
bodice ripper full of sex and scenes that would surly make the townspeople
blush as they realize the covers match the stories with scantily clad men and
women embracing.
Finally as she walked by
the church, she heard the choir practicing. The mayor’s daughter, Veronica,
always brought her famous punch to the practicing, claiming it would loosen the
vocal chords. Elise giggled as she flicked her wrist and added a secret
ingredient that would make them all sound as if they had swallowed helium. The effects
of the ingredient would have them speaking like the munchkins of Oz long after
the practice was over.
As she entered the
library she was met by Dorothea and Ernest. Dorothea flew in circles wringing
her hands as Ernest stood in the corner arms crossed.
“Well?” they asked
together as Rosemary glided down from the rafters.
“He’s a hunter.”
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