A Different Witch (A Modern Witch Series: Book 5) (30 page)

That wasn’t exactly comforting.  “Figure we’ll win the lottery eventually, do you?”

Nat only smiled.

She had a point.  Sullivans always seemed to find the swift-moving waters whether they meant to or not.  This December, it had been Nell taking the swim.  “I vote Dev for next year.  He likes fast water.”  Of course, that probably meant throwing Lauren under the bus too.

“’Kay.  Let’s buy him all the tickets.”  Nat’s voice was drifting off into sleep.

Jamie chuckled, closed his eyes, and joined her.

-o0o-

Nell landed in the Witches’ Lounge, a top-secret bag in one hand and a pair of scissors in the other.  Trying to get Aervyn’s gift wrapped without including a curious head or two in the package had eluded her all day.

Her living room had been a constant stream of inbound visitors.  The usual ragtag band of witches making their way into town for the solstice circle and tomorrow’s party.  Matt, Téo, and Nell’s parents were next on the transport list, assuming someone could find Retha.

Last Nell had heard, her mother had managed to get lost in the jungle.  Since Matt hadn’t sent out the bat signal yet, she refused to get worried, but for the next year, all crazy witchling antics were going to get blamed on Gramma Retha’s genes.

Not that she’d mind.

Sophie landed on the couch, laughing, an enormous mug in her hands.  “Has the world ended yet?”

Uh, oh.  Nell grinned, sliding Aervyn’s gift out of its baggy disguise.  “A little crazy at your end of the continent too?”

“Ooooh, yeah.  Lots of witchlings excited to make the trip.  I think half the village is coming with them.  They’re beaming over in an hour.”  Sophie nodded at the shiny red helmet.  “I assume there’s a bike to go along with that?”

There was, as long as her brothers managed to vanish themselves long enough to get the wheels on.  “He grew out of the helmet you guys made for his broomstick.  Kid’s growing like a weed.”  It had taken her a week to load this one up with protection spells.  Mostly for the poor people who were dumb enough to get in Aervyn’s way.

“I think Marcus made him a spell for his fire truck.”

Nell wasn’t dumb enough to hope it was a quiet one.  “He realizes that we’re going to get even for all these things, right?”  Most of Marcus’s gifts lately—and any gifts at all were astonishing—were very loud.

“He doesn’t seem to care.”  Sophie sipped from her mug and made a face.  “Morgan played drums half the night last night, and he was downright cheery this morning.”

Her world couldn’t adapt far enough to consider a cheery Marcus.  Nell sniffed.  “You have hot chocolate?”  She side-eyed the solitary mug.

“Yup.  Trust me, you don’t want any.  Lizzie’s experimenting again.”

Ah.  Disguised green stuff.  Nell abandoned her dreams of chocolaty goodness.  “You’re drinking it.”

“Not anymore, I’m not.”  Sophie looked around.  “The Witches’ Lounge is in need of a big plant.”

Noted.  On the list for after solstice. 
Way
after.  “Did Moira make it back from her travels?”  Keeping track of one old Irish witch wasn’t as easy as it sounded.  “Beth emailed that she’d headed back your way.”

“Back and napping.  I’m supposed to wake her for the mass transport.” 

Jamie’d been up half the night making sure they wouldn’t lose any travelers.  “Anyone snagged her spare bedroom?”

“I think that’s where Kevin’s holed up.  Moira brought him a couple of books from Chicago.”  Sophie grinned.  “Need a hideout, do you?”

She did.  She had a fantastic idea for a solstice spell, but it needed some thinking time.  Which was going to happen exactly nowhere in Witch Central, and they left for Ocean’s Reach in two hours.

“Got your spell ready yet?” 

Nell eyed her companion.  “What, you suddenly have mindreading skills?”

“Nope.”  Sophie laughed and came over to man the tape dispenser.  “You were wiggling your fingers.”

That probably wasn’t helping with the wrap job any.  Nell took a piece of tape, grateful for the assist.  Lumpy, sort-of-round things were hard to wrap.  “Yeah, I have an idea, but I’m not sure I can make it work.  Think we can sit the outer circle in pretty organized lines?”

Sophie’s eyebrows shot up.  “Dare I ask why?”

“Not telling.”  It would be a secret under normal circumstances—doubly so when she wasn’t sure she could actually pull it off.  “I could ask Nat.”  Her sister-in-law was a rocking witch herder. 

“You could.  Or
you
could just ask them.”  Sophie smiled.  “Your solstice spells are little miracles, Nell.  People will do whatever you ask.”

That was an embarrassing thought.  “I just have a little fun with them.”

“Everyone talked about last year’s spell for weeks.”

That one had been high on outside assistance, low on magic.  “All I did was a glorified book of baby pictures.”  The shooting-them-up-to-the-sky part had been pretty cool, though.

A warm hand reached for hers.  “Every time I look up at the sky now, I see Adam’s face.  Or Mike’s.”

Awww.  “Okay, that’s pretty sweet.”

Sophie squeezed lightly.  “You love spinning the solstice spell more than any witch I know.”

Nell sighed and squeezed back.  She did.  And this year, she was going to love it especially much.  Even if she had to barricade herself in a closet to get the darned spell worked out.

It was time to truly welcome a witch.

-o0o-

Ocean’s Reach always stirred her soul.

Moira walked the winding path that would carry them to the valley under the stars, a steady stream of Fisher’s Cove villagers walking the route in front of her.

Fire globes were popping up here and there in the curving procession.  The sun had gone down with an impressive display of rainbow fire, and now they walked in the gloaming.  It had been her great-gran’s favorite time of day, those haunting moments between sunset and true dark.

She sensed shadows coming up alongside.  Beth and the delightful Liri, both wide-eyed.  Beth carried a small ball of light over her palm.  Moira strained her ears.  “Is the wee thing singing?”

Liri chuckled.  “Apparently the young man handing out witchlights didn’t want anyone to forget it was his birthday.”

Ah, how the faeries would enjoy Aervyn tonight.  “Walk with me then, will you?  I used to make my way well enough in the dark, but the rocks find my toes more often now.”

“I don’t believe that for a moment.”  Liri linked an arm through hers, and Beth followed suit a moment later.  It was a tight fit on the narrowing path.  “But we don’t want to get lost, and we heard you’ve walked this way a time or two.”

Something tugged on Irish instincts—they weren’t entirely humoring an old lady.  Two souls a little lost in the bustle.  “Perhaps you’ll join me in the outer circle, then.  It’s great good luck to sit with new guests.”  If that wasn’t part of solstice lore, it should be.

“That would be nice.  I didn’t expect so many people.”

Moira didn’t miss the relief in Beth’s voice—or Liri’s quick wink.  “Witches love a celebration, my dear.”

“We’re used to such a tiny circle.”  Liri stared at the winding crowds ahead.  “To think that witches are this known and loved…”

“You’ll be in the
outer
circle?”  Beth frowned, her light wobbling.

There had been more than enough tears shed on that subject today.  “Aye.  I’ve been there many a time.  There’s no finer seat in the house.”  She held a little firmer to the strong young arms linked with hers.  “Magic is a fine thing—but it’s no match for love.”

-o0o-

Nell was up to something.

Lauren watched their solstice spellcaster standing on the flat rock in the center of the forming circle at Ocean’s Reach.  Judging.  Measuring.

Readying.

Mind telling us what you’re working on?

Not yet.
  Nell’s mind voice was distracted, deep in thought. 
Can you
get everyone to back up some?  Two or three feet should do it.

Math wasn’t Lauren’s strong suit, but she was pretty sure that was going to make room for a spell bigger than a house. 

Something like that.

Cripes.  Lauren did her job as circle monitor, scanning Nell a little deeper.  No doubts, no enlarged sense of adventure.  No guilt.  Just conviction and focus.

Good enough.  Lauren grabbed a few handy minds and began the process of shifting several hundred people back a few feet.  A few cast curious glances her way—most of them members of the Sullivan family.  But there was no one the witching world trusted with a spell more than Nell Walker.  The outer circle shifted, small children and baskets of cookies changing hands as well.

Lauren searched for Beth, wondering how she was handling the crowd.  And found her gathered with Nat and Moira, Kenna happily ensconced in Liri’s lap.  Lauren checked to see that Jamie’s super-duper baby bubble was still working—the last thing they needed was his girlchild trying to take charge of a circle again.

Shay sat just in front of Beth, very still, holding Nat’s flute in her lap.  Lauren looked a second time.  Nope, a second flute.  A night of beginnings for lots of people.

Matt and Téo emerged from the path through the narrow valley opening, herding a few stragglers, and sent her a quick thumbs-up. 

Lauren beamed out the message. 
We’re all here.

The valley quieted, a moment awaiting its beginning.

And then the flutes began to play, Elorie’s clear, lilting tones and Nat’s more hesitant ones.  Lauren moved slightly for a better look, listening for the third player—her responsibilities weren’t only for the inner circle tonight.  Shay sat, flute numb in her fingers, frozen in a battle of nerves and desire.  Lauren linked into her mind and gave a gentle push. 
You’ll make Auntie Nat feel a whole lot better if you play.

Shay grinned and raised her flute to her lips.

The magic had begun.

Chapter 22

Such majesty.

Beth sat on a soft blanket, thoughtfully laid out by Nat, and soaked in the sharp hills nestling them in a valley of wonder.  Stars like she’d never seen them.  And the rhythmic, soothing overlay of rolling waves somewhere far below.

To simply breathe in this place was magic.

Light notes drifted out of Shay’s flute now.  A sign.  A readying.

Beth looked around at the layered, looping circle, random faces coming into focus.

Aervyn, up in Jamie’s arms to hear his sister play.

Sophie, sitting with a boy in glasses who had thanked her profusely for the books.

A face that looked exactly like Jamie and Devin, except his smile was slow, his eyes were shy, and his fingers were linked with a handsome, dark-haired man who was most definitely not Lauren or Nat.

Two little boys with purple hair, a shared cookie in their laps.

Liri’s hand slid into hers.  “You okay?”

She shouldn’t have been.  “Yes.”

Aervyn’s high, clear voice began the call to earth, dampening the trance of music and faces and impossibly starry nights.

Beth shut her eyes, calling it back.  Tonight, that trance was her friend.

She felt the ground rising up to meet her, the rush of earth power coming to join them in the night.  A stiff breeze joined in, whispering in her ears and teasing tiny locks of hair over her fingers.  Sleepy Kenna, curled up in Liri’s lap.

Beth readied—fire would be next, and Jamie had warned her it might give her a good tug.

Instead, she felt only a soothing warmth. 

Exhaling, Beth opened her eyes as Devin began the final call and watched as fourteen witches cradled power beyond comprehension.  And then pointed it to the woman standing on a rock in the circle’s core.

Nell looked every inch a witch.  Ramrod straight she stood, red silk snapping around her ankles and starlight gleaming on her face.

The center of the whole.

And then her hands began to move.  Her arms in motion, even her feet as the warrior reached for the ground, the night sky, and everything in between.  So many strands.  So many beams of light.  A spell as big as a house and as bright and as complex as a constellation.

It should have fried every input Beth had.  Unblinking, she stared, mind and soul standing witness to the transcendent fierceness.

And then the spell began to gentle.

-o0o-

It would be a spell for the ages—if she could get her darned lines untangled.

Nell fought, warrior taut, for control of 313 fine lines of power.  One for every man, woman, and child in the valley.  Inner circle and outer.  Witch and not.  Heck, a couple of them were even sleeping.

Battling, she brought the spell that was her creation under her control.

She was going to include them all.

With the might of the circle at her back, she teased each and every line apart.  Coated the tendrils in a layer of shielding meant to keep every single person in her care safe.

Nobody was overloading on this night.

Then, and only then, soul bursting with magic and a beating need to bring forth the light, Nell reached out 313 lines to 313 waiting hearts.