Natural Witch

Before I knew it, Emery and I were on foot on a small, forested hillside, looking out at a sprawling complex of buildings, connected with tree-lined walkways and nestled together with large, geometric patches of grass. Shimmering magic emanated from it, blending into a series of color. My eyes kept trying to get lost, to convince my brain nothing was there. But if I focused hard enough, I could pick out more and more details.

The driver had dropped us off on a small access road, advising us to text when finished. He had been as quiet, hard-faced, and stoic as Clyde. He clearly worked for the vampire and not for the hotel. It was a distinction that was now burned into my brain.

“I thought the buildings would be nicer,” I murmured, looking over the one- and two-story buildings with cracked paint and dirty walls. The architecture was right out of the seventies, pointed and flat, and didn’t appear to have been updated or upgraded since.

“They are less worried about appearances than they are the money in their pockets. Spending money on trivial things like paint and polish is not in their way of thinking.”

“Clearly.” I closed my eyes and tried to feel the spells surrounding the campus. We were too far away.

“Let’s get closer and have a look.” He took my hand and crawled out of the trees.

“It’s probably better if you don’t waste a hand on helping me walk,” I whispered, following him down the hillside.

“It’s not for you. It’s for me. To balance me out.”

I felt the surge of aggression and wildness pump through the energy around us. The effect of soothing it made my brow crinkle. “I think you have anger issues.”

“A few, yes.”

“A relaxing bath would do wonders. Maybe some meditation.”

“Your ability to focus even when talking nonsense is extraordinary.”

“Because of baths. Trust me, you’ll see.” I let his surprised snort fan a smile on my face as I checked in with my surroundings.

I loved being in the trees and feeling the roots sink deeply into the earth. Feeling the air caress my skin before shaking the branches around me. Birds lent us their shrieks of warning and chatter, which sounded like soft chirps and happy songs.

Peace. That was what being immersed in all this nature made me feel.

Emery staggered to a stop as the playful magic curled around us. He spared me a glance before continuing on, the change in our magical environment clearly throwing him for a loop.

“I cannot control it, so don’t bitch.” I felt a strange pulsing from somewhere in front of us, high above and pressing down. The pressure was light right now, but it was getting stronger the closer we got.

“‘Bitch’ counts as swearing, I’m pretty sure. I’m going to tell your mother.”

“I dare you.”

“Yeah, I was bluffing.”

He slowed as we neared the bottom of the hillside. The trees thinned until they cleared out altogether, the last yards barren until the shielding spell touched ground.

Now I could see the weave, tight and organized—it was solid and well put together, a real thing standing in our way.

“There are a few spells mixed in there,” Emery said, squinting as he looked. “The ward is a classic blood offering, like your father’s. Another spell to make the place invisible, and the third…”

I closed my eyes, letting the vibrations and intents push at me. Secrecy, mystery, and a warning. A sharp feeling, like an iron gate coming down at our necks, stabbed into my middle.

“An attack of some sort.” I shook my head, frustrated. The feelings I was getting were all connected somehow, but I couldn’t see the bridge. “Obviously the secrecy is the ward. Maybe the feeling of mystery. They are similar. Then the warning. The iron gate. Like it’s spring-loaded, ready to pounce.”

“Stupid.” Emery made an exasperated sound. “Of course. If you don’t pass the ward, you suffer the price.”

“Death, or…”

“Doubtful. Pain, I would imagine. Unconsciousness, probably. Imagine a hiker wandered down here. You wouldn’t want to kill them or the human cops would be all over it. You’d want to remove them without anyone being the wiser.”

As I studied the weave, I felt magic rise all around us, not from our pouches, but from the ground, the trees, and the breeze rustling our hair. Emery’s fingers waggled, and I watched what he made. Felt it.

A key.

“Are you countering the ward?”

“Yes, but just enough to offer up our blood. Put your hand up under my vest and touch my skin. I need my other hand, but I don’t want to lose skin contact. I’m not sure if I can hold my focus without your touch.”

I did as he said, quickly, forcing my hand between the tight leather and onto his smooth skin. He walked forward, his other hand now weaving in a different way. Creating a shadow to drape over us.

I tried to follow both of his castings, but the work was too advanced for me. He was going too fast. So instead, I let my awareness spread out around us, feeling the various throbs of energy and trying to pair them with the spells. One persisted, not at all dispersed by his work. It was the one I’d noticed earlier, high overhead. It bore down on us, benign but insistent. Magical pressure that didn’t seem to take a shape or cause a reaction from me.

“Give me your hand.”

I pushed my free hand in front of Emery, looking out to the side where the collection of spells curved around, following the detour of the compound. He sliced my finger, quick and shallow, but the pressure from above continued to pulse.

“Something is…” I squinted up at the sky. I found a brief shimmer, but when I tried to focus on it, nothing but clear skies stretched overhead.

“Ready?” Emery’s eyebrows pinched together before he followed my gaze. “What’s up?”

“I don’t know. I feel something, but I don’t see anything. I’m not sure if it’s magic or not. It has no intent, but…it watches, I think.”

“It watches…” He glanced from one side to the other, a contemplative expression on his face. He shook his head and looked upward again. “Should we keep going?”

Another kind of pressure settled over me, and I realized that I had been blindly following Emery’s lead. I was acting like a passenger and not a participant.

And that might get us killed.

Everything changed with that shift in perception. The spell in front of us mixed together and simmered like soup. The strange pressing sensation from above.

I dug out a power stone, then another, allowing my temperamental third eye to lead. Immediately my stomach curdled, and I realized danger was coming. Not right away, but my third eye was saying, Go, and my gut was saying, Run away right now, you stupid idiot. That always meant trouble.

One day I would take heed.

“Speed is key,” I said, the words drifting from my mouth unbidden. “Things are going to get a little hairy later on.”

I crouched, and he bent down beside me, watching my hands as I pressed them to the ground. Closing my eyes, I let my other senses soak in the world around us. Something was pressed deeply into the ground. Natural, but not alive. Not in the traditional sense. It pulsed with power, connecting with the sky in an elaborate construct I didn’t understand.

“Watching, yes,” I said, opening my eyes and looking at Emery. “It’s watching. It’s intelligent but has no brain.” I crinkled my nose, frustrated with myself. “This isn’t making sense. But it’s not an immediate danger.”

“I’m not getting a premonition.”

He stared at me, inquiring. I stared back, debating.

A surge of excitement licked my middle and brought a grin to my face.

His lips twisted up at the corners. “Here comes the girl that runs over dead people.”

“Yup. Let’s go. In and out before that spying thing makes its decision about whether we’re friends or foes.”

Chapter Thirty

My phone vibrated in one of my belt compartments. I fished it out as we jogged past the perimeter magic and into the compound, prepared to ignore anyone in the world except for my mother, and only then if it was a text.

The spongy grass, wet from morning sprinklers, left moisture on the sides of my boots. The first building loomed large in front of us, and we crouched near the corner of a hedge. Emery’s fingers waved, and a spell emerged. I got a who’s there? vibe from it. He was going to let magic be our eyes. Clever.

I flipped the phone open and read the text.

Plant seeds for future harvest.

I touched Emery’s back as he pushed the spell into existence, then stuck the phone in front of him. He looked back, his gaze inquiring. I shrugged. I didn’t know what it meant, either.

How? I texted back. And don’t call. Need silenct. I didn’t correct my typo. That would drive her nuts. Talk about planting seeds.

Emery sat at the corner, watching ahead, intent. Silence descended around us, no birdsong drifting through the still and stagnant air. I tuned in as I waited for my mother’s response, and Emery waited for his results.

As we crouched in silence, it struck me that this place felt…dead. A world devoid. No electricity surged outside of our sphere, and the usual sweet, sour, or heavy sensations were absent from the air. The life in this place was pushed off to the sides, contained and stifled.