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deep
breath before going into the kitchen to make herself a hot cup of tea. She’d
always found tea to be soothing, and she definitely could use a cup now. What
was the point of being a witch if she couldn’t get rid of one vampire squatter?
    Harper stirred her
tea and wondered how her life had gone from being nice and average—borderline
boring—to believing she was a witch, seeing a werewolf transform in her
basement, and somehow getting shacked up with a 658-year-old vampire with an
attitude problem?
    Harper blew on her
tea and picked the singed letter off the table to read it one more time. It, of
course, had no mention of Jasper. Gran could never make it that easy.
    Crap.
     

Chapter Five
    The more Harper read, the more surreal everything got. The spell book was
old and worn, with authentic leather bindings that seemed to suggest it was
from a bygone era. Harper traced her finger across the thick parchment pages
and squinted—despite the potion, she was starting to get a bit of a headache—though
it had nothing to do with the concussion. All of the spells were in Latin. Of
course, it could never be as simple as bippity, boppity, boo.
    Harper pulled out
her phone and downloaded a translation app. The first spell in the book that
she flipped to was for…boiling water. Harper thought about Jasper’s taunt and
snorted. Unbelievable. “I guess we will see, won’t we?” she muttered as she
quickly filled a pot of water before she could lose her nerve. She set the pot
on the stove element, just to be safe, then she nervously chewed her lip as she
examined the spell:
    et vapor sizzle, turbent
ut aqua, his ulcus magicae potionem.
    Harper tapped the
foreign words into her new app and grinned. Great, magical spells rhymed,
apparently. Steam to sizzle, water roil, magic makes the potion boil. Harper
read the translation out loud in English and as the last word left her mouth,
she felt a jolt of power ripple through her body that made her feel more alive
than she’d ever felt before.
    The pot on the
stove hissed to life, the water instantly boiling out of control. Harper jumped
back to avoid being hit by the spitting, angry drops of hot water, but a large
drop landed on her arm anyway, forcing a small cry of pain from her lips.
Harper turned to the pot, puzzled. She was far enough back that it was
impossible for the water to reach her. Unless… she heard an angry hiss to her
left and turned to find that the bouquets of flowers that had been delivered
after her gran’s funeral were also boiling out of control. The flowers, six
vases in all, were limp and wilted as the water continued to scorch them
mercilessly. Even the sink was steaming as the stray beads of water clinging to
the stainless steel began to heat up and evaporate.
    “No!” Harper cried
as the flowers lit on fire and became six separate, small infernos. Harper
raced to the sink as the fire alarm started going off. She turned on the
faucet, but as soon as the water came out it was influenced by her magic and
evaporated into steam. Sweat began to pop out on Harper’s body and began to
sizzle and heat up as well.
    “Oh my God!”
Harper shouted, having no idea what to do. She’d only just inherited this house
and now she was going to burn it to the ground and herself along with it.
    “God isn’t the one
here with a fire extinguisher…” his words startled Harper, and she turned to
find Jasper standing in the doorway of the kitchen with a perplexed look on his
face. “…So I told you that you weren’t ready to boil water, and it’s the first
thing you decided to try?” he asked with a quirk of his dark brow. Harper
wanted to smack him, but her entire body was heating up the more she sweated
and the fire was starting to spread from the flowers to the countertop. She
released a deep breath, trying to calm herself enough to quit sweating so
profusely—it didn’t work.
    “Can you help me
or not?” she demanded as her shirt started to smoke, and