Broken Spell

Authors: Fabio Bueno

BROKEN SPELL

Fabio Bueno

Booklings Publishing

This book is a work of fiction. Any references to events, locales, people, or incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Broken Spell

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Cover Design by Martina Elise Dalton

First Edition, 2013

ISBN: 098587793X

ISBN-13:
978-0-9858779-3-4 (kindle)

Janaína

TABLE OF CONTENTS

Chapter 1: Skye

My life is on the right track at last. That terrifies me.

I’m afraid that something beyond my control—or worse, my own choices—might ruin everything.

That’s why I seek the Goddess, the one constant in my life, the only true source of solace and strength.

As I crush dead leaves with my fingers, almost finishing my prayer, my body tingles. I sense the magical energy of another Sister nearby. In the middle of secluded Aurora Park, before dawn, it can only mean a threat.

If I were a regular witch, the source of the magic flow would be undetected. But I have True Sight, a Charm that allows me to sense others of my kind from a long range. Whoever is spying on me is sure she’s unnoticed.

My Charm lets me estimate how far away this Sister is. She gets closer, but stops at what she believes is a safe distance, about eighty yards to my right, atop a gentle slope. She can’t sense me from there, and she believes I can’t sense her either. Turning to check on the Sister would alert her. Since she’s still, I’ll pretend to finish my ritual, while thinking at warp speed.

It’s still dark and, since she can’t sense me, she must be wearing night vision goggles. Or the two candles in front of me may be giving
my position away. I open my eyes, a little but see no light to my right: she’s not using a flashlight.

No other source of magic is around, but that doesn’t mean anything. The Sister might have brought friends. They might be surrounding me right now. Think fast, Skye.

While chanting in a low voice and performing the ritual’s gestures with one hand, my other hand discreetly reaches into the front pocket of my jeans. I carry a couple of potions, Sleep and Decay, there, just in case. Just for
this
case, actually. My other pocket has my cell. I could call 911, but I’d have to explain why I feel threatened by someone I shouldn’t know is there. And what I’m doing in the park before dawn, which is against the law. Lighting fires, no less.

Or I can call Drake and be much briefer.

Disguising my movements, I get the cell from my pocket and speed-dial Drake’s number. I turn on the speakerphone.

A groggy voice answers. “Skye? Are you all right?”

Instead of chanting, my lips move to say, “I’m sensing another witch. Maybe Jane. Aurora Park. North Entrance, about a hundred yards down the path, right side.”

“Can you talk?” His voice is alert at once.

“Yes.”

“What are you doing there?”

“I’m finishing my ritual. She’s not moving.” I put out the candles. Dawn is almost upon us, so I still can see—and so can my stalker. “I’ll collect my stuff and leave now.”

“Still no movement?”

“Nope.” My candles, mortar, pestle, dried leaves, and water vial are in my bag now. I search for the flasks with the potions to reassure myself. “I’m leaving now.” I plug an earphone into my cell. I don’t know if the sight of a phone would scare my pursuer away or force her to make a move on me. I put the cell back in my pocket for now.

“Do you want me to pick you up? I’m ready to leave home.” Drake’s voice in my ear calms me down.

“No, wait,” I say into the tiny mic embedded in the earphone cord. I walk to the path. For the ritual, I wanted peace and loneliness. Now I yearn for people and activity around me. Joggers, someone walking a dog, even a park ranger would be welcome. “Walking to the nearest exit now.”

“Find a Tully’s or another coffeehouse. They’re open at this hour. Is she following you?”

“Yes, but keeping her distance. I think it’s okay.”

His voice takes a commanding tone. “Skye, it’s not okay. She might have Knowings waiting to ambush you. You cannot sense those. I’m meeting you.”

I pick up my pace, yearning for daylight. I can see the trees by the side of the trail, but not much further than that. Someone could be waiting for me in the shadows.

“Drake, it’ll take too long.”

“I’m five minutes away. Keep talking.”

The engine of Drake’s car rumbles to life.

“I’m looking around. No one’s here,” I tell him.

“How far are you from the exit? Where are you headed?”

“The north parking lot. I’ll be there in a few minutes.” My Charm tells me that the Sister still follows me.

“Go there and be in sight.”

I want to run. But if I do, the Sister will know something is wrong. I’m not supposed to sense someone so far away. I need to stay collected.

A sudden rustle of leaves startles me. I’m caught by surprise and let out a small yelp.

“What?” Drake asks. “Are you okay?”

“Yes. Don’t worry. Some little animal scared me.”

“Almost there.”

The parking lot is ahead of me. It’s empty. I make a line for the car entrance.

Drake’s Volvo appears, speeding. He sees me and stops right in front of me.

“Get in,” he says while opening the passenger door.

“Thanks for the ride,” I say while I get in.

“Where is she?” He makes a U-turn to leave the lot.

“She stopped. Let’s go.”

We leave the park and my shadow behind.

“Do you still sense her?” he asks after we’ve driven two blocks.

“No, she stayed there.” I kiss his cheek. “You rescued me. Like a knight on a white horse. Or in a brown car.”

He looks at me in disbelief. “How can you joke? What were you thinking?”

“I need to do my rituals, Drake. It’s part of who I am.”

“And what about Night Sisters stalking you?”

“They’re part of my life now too.”

He frowns. “Sorry, Skye. But this is not right. Just…be more careful. I worry.”

“You’re the sweetest.”

Drake came for me right away. His disheveled hair and his sleepy eyes are evidence that he cares. I caress his face. My fingers linger on his cheekbones while I imagine who sculpted them in such artful precision.

“All right,” he says. “But we need to talk about that.”

“Soon. Now take me home. I want to give you a proper thank you for rescuing me.”

A grin lights up his face.

Chapter 2: Drake

Sometimes you see only what you want to see.

Skye is smiling. Her radiant face mesmerizes me. I should think of her as a witch, or maybe as the girl who saved my life a few times and turned my life upside down.

But when I look at her, I can only see my girlfriend.

Never mind that she has magical powers. I don’t care that she discovered my little sister is a witch, too. I barely remember the trouble we got into during the past few weeks. She’s my girl, and in this instant, that’s all that matters.

“What?” she asks.

She’s not even a little shaken by the incident yesterday. Maybe she thinks being chased in dark parks is part of her regular routine now.

I come out of my reverie. “Nothing. Just creepily staring at you, like boyfriends do.”

She shakes her head, still smiling. “You’re one weird guy. But you’re
my
weird guy.” Skye wraps her warm arms around my neck and pulls me toward her. The kiss makes me forget everything else in the world.

***

Skye pulls away from our kiss and giggles. “Sorry. It’s freezing!”

Is it? I didn’t notice. We’re at one of the lookout areas of Mount
Rainier, in front of the lodge, and I couldn’t care less about the soft snow dampening my hair or the other visitors frowning at us. I don’t let her pull away, looping my arm around her waist and keeping her body close to mine.

She looks more striking than ever, or maybe it’s just her face contrasting with the sea of white in the background. I blurt out, “You look…” but I can’t find the right words.

“What?” Her bright smile might melt the snow around us.

I say what comes to mind. “Happy.”

She tilts her head and looks at me with those unreal blue eyes. “I am,” she says in a soft tone.

For some reason, my cheeks burn, and I contemplate diving into the snow to quell the fire inside me. As always is the case with me, though, sense prevails.

“You were not lying when you promised to take me to paradise.” She points to the sign that reads “Mount Rainier – Paradise Point.”

I cannot help but chuckle. “Let’s go inside. You’re shivering. And they might charge us with public indecency soon.”

We walk side by side to the lodge’s lobby. My arm is still wrapped around her waist.

I hear her delightfully raspy voice. “But a little
private
indecency is fine, isn’t it?” Skye is always teasing me. No, that’s not a complaint.

“It’s always welcome. Tea,
m’lady?” I use a mock British accent to answer her.

“If it’s not a bother,” she says. Of course, her real British accent crushes my fake one.

“I love this accent,” I say with my normal voice. “Why don’t you use it?”

We cross over the threshold of the large French doors, and our
faces start to thaw. Talk about a warm welcome.

“I just want to fit in.” Her tone is apologetic. “It’s hard. With Mum being who she is. And
these.” She points to her eyes.

“And the witch thing…” I say.

“You really should stop playing with the Veil.” She lets go of me and plops down on a large sofa. She removes her jacket. The scar Jane left on her arm is almost gone, and the one on her temple is hardly visible.

I touch my scar by instinct. Yep, still there.

Skye notices my gesture. “Yours will go away soon, too.”

“I know. I’ll get the tea. We need to keep you hot,” I say.

She rolls her eyes, but smiles too.

***

The line for coffee is long. My cell plays a “Hey Joe” riff. Call from Boulder.

“Drake! Sean and I are going to sneak into
Redhook Brewery.”

“Sorry, big man. I have plans with Skye.”

He snorts on the other end. “Oh, yeah. Still in the honeymoon phase?”

Since he can’t see it, I smile. “You could say that.”

“Details! Come on.”

The line moves. “You know I don’t kiss and tell.”