Read Online Charmed & Dangerous by Candace Havens - Free Book Online
Authors: Candace Havens
Ads: Link
it and threw it right back at him. Oops, he obviously hadn’t counted on that. Stupid warlock. The spell took him to his knees. Black sludge fell in tears down his face.
“You know, if you’re going to throw that nasty black crap around, you need to learn to protect yourself from it.” Idiot. The snow came down harder and a police cruiser pulled up. My wet hair curled around my face and my nose was cold.
I looked around to see everyone in the café pressed against the glass watching. Magical showdowns don’t happen often in public. We really do try to keep things behind closed doors.
The warlock still couldn’t move, and I explained to the officers what had happened. They called for a special unit that handled crimes of magic, and they let me go. I didn’t know if the warlock would die from his own black garbage, but I knew I had to get it out of my system. I couldn’t go home to renew, so I’d have to do the next best thing. I pulled out my cell and called Garnout.
“Hello, blessed one. I got sludged by a nasty warlock. Can you help me out?” I coughed. More had seeped in than I thought.
“Bronwyn, my dear, I’m always happy to help you.” Garnout’s kind voice rang in my ears. “I’m at the same place but upstairs in apartment twenty-four. I’ll get everything ready.”
“Thanks, Garnout. I’ll be there as soon as I can find a cab.” Before long I was on my way to be healed by the most powerful wizard I’d ever met.
Seven
Friday
Somewhere over Europe
Spells: 1
C an I just say I’m happy that I’ve got two pilots sharing the duties of getting this beauty to Dubai? After Garnout’s whack ’em sack ’em potion last night, I would have never been able to fly this thing on my own.
I don’t feel bad, but I’m wiped out and need more rest to replenish my magic. I asked Garnout about the ingredients in the potion, but there are some things a great wizard never shares.
“Bronwyn, darling, I can’t tell you what’s in the potion. You know the wizard’s creed. But I’m more than happy to make a couple of extra vials for you to take on your journey.” He walked around the apartment picking up bottles of this and that and mixing it with a small mortar and pestle. “You’re going to feel nauseous and some pain. I’ve put a small amount of chamomile and blueberry in to help ease the discomfort.”
“I don’t care as long as it works.” I sat down on the red velvet sofa and looked around the room. Much like his shop, it was neat and tidy but filled to the brim with oddities he’d gathered in his many travels. “The last time I had to desludge myself it took three days.”
“Well, even for a high witch three days of purification is good. Most take at least a week. Now drink this.” He pulled at his graying beard, his green eyes kind and thoughtful. “In about five minutes you’ll think I tried to kill you, but in an hour you’ll feel good as new.”
Gave him a wary look and swallowed. The stuff tasted like pure ick as it slid down my throat. A bitter ginger flavor remained on my tongue.
“Now lie back on the couch there and be as still as possible. You’ll want to vomit, but best to hold it for as long as possible. The toilet is behind the door by the portrait of Beatrice.” He pointed across the room to a picture of an elegant woman with strawberry blonde hair, brown doe eyes, and flowing royal blue robes. From the loving way he looked at her, she must have been someone special.
“Garnout, why would they send someone so weak to fight me? The warlock I killed in Oslo was twice as strong as this one. He never had a chance.” My stomach roiled and I soon found myself in a fetal position trying to do deep breathing exercises to keep from throwing up.
“Ah, it’s working. I don’t know about the warlock, but I’ll do some checking. Could be someone’s put a bounty on your head again, and they’ll come crawling out of the woodwork. Remember the last time when that
“You know, if you’re going to throw that nasty black crap around, you need to learn to protect yourself from it.” Idiot. The snow came down harder and a police cruiser pulled up. My wet hair curled around my face and my nose was cold.
I looked around to see everyone in the café pressed against the glass watching. Magical showdowns don’t happen often in public. We really do try to keep things behind closed doors.
The warlock still couldn’t move, and I explained to the officers what had happened. They called for a special unit that handled crimes of magic, and they let me go. I didn’t know if the warlock would die from his own black garbage, but I knew I had to get it out of my system. I couldn’t go home to renew, so I’d have to do the next best thing. I pulled out my cell and called Garnout.
“Hello, blessed one. I got sludged by a nasty warlock. Can you help me out?” I coughed. More had seeped in than I thought.
“Bronwyn, my dear, I’m always happy to help you.” Garnout’s kind voice rang in my ears. “I’m at the same place but upstairs in apartment twenty-four. I’ll get everything ready.”
“Thanks, Garnout. I’ll be there as soon as I can find a cab.” Before long I was on my way to be healed by the most powerful wizard I’d ever met.
Seven
Friday
Somewhere over Europe
Spells: 1
C an I just say I’m happy that I’ve got two pilots sharing the duties of getting this beauty to Dubai? After Garnout’s whack ’em sack ’em potion last night, I would have never been able to fly this thing on my own.
I don’t feel bad, but I’m wiped out and need more rest to replenish my magic. I asked Garnout about the ingredients in the potion, but there are some things a great wizard never shares.
“Bronwyn, darling, I can’t tell you what’s in the potion. You know the wizard’s creed. But I’m more than happy to make a couple of extra vials for you to take on your journey.” He walked around the apartment picking up bottles of this and that and mixing it with a small mortar and pestle. “You’re going to feel nauseous and some pain. I’ve put a small amount of chamomile and blueberry in to help ease the discomfort.”
“I don’t care as long as it works.” I sat down on the red velvet sofa and looked around the room. Much like his shop, it was neat and tidy but filled to the brim with oddities he’d gathered in his many travels. “The last time I had to desludge myself it took three days.”
“Well, even for a high witch three days of purification is good. Most take at least a week. Now drink this.” He pulled at his graying beard, his green eyes kind and thoughtful. “In about five minutes you’ll think I tried to kill you, but in an hour you’ll feel good as new.”
Gave him a wary look and swallowed. The stuff tasted like pure ick as it slid down my throat. A bitter ginger flavor remained on my tongue.
“Now lie back on the couch there and be as still as possible. You’ll want to vomit, but best to hold it for as long as possible. The toilet is behind the door by the portrait of Beatrice.” He pointed across the room to a picture of an elegant woman with strawberry blonde hair, brown doe eyes, and flowing royal blue robes. From the loving way he looked at her, she must have been someone special.
“Garnout, why would they send someone so weak to fight me? The warlock I killed in Oslo was twice as strong as this one. He never had a chance.” My stomach roiled and I soon found myself in a fetal position trying to do deep breathing exercises to keep from throwing up.
“Ah, it’s working. I don’t know about the warlock, but I’ll do some checking. Could be someone’s put a bounty on your head again, and they’ll come crawling out of the woodwork. Remember the last time when that
Similar Books
