me?â
âWhen Fredericka died. Do you remember her?â
The first woman I could recall living with was tall with long raven hair that was always in a single braid down her back. I have no idea how long I was there, but she knew the rules when it came to me. Her long black gloves stuck in my memory like they were a part of who she was. She used to hum softly and rub my back until I fell asleep.
âDid she have long dark hair? She was pretty, I think?â
âThat sounds right,â he said.
My last night with her there was a storm. Lightning and thunder crashed down around the trailer where we lived, shaking it as the walls seemed to suck in and out with pressure. I lay in bed trembling, too scared to move. Then sparks erupted outside my window and I screamed. She rushed into my room and took me in her arms. No gloves on. Dead instantly.
That moment set the course of my life. Frost became more than just a name that night. It was my approach to life. It was my salvation.
âI remember her,â I said, and I could feel his eyes drilling into me. I straightened my already straight shoulders. âNow I need to concentrate on getting this open. Stop distracting me with the past.â
He squatted in front of the padlock and touched it. Ice and cold poured from his finger. How could someone so warm put out something so cold? After a few minutes he stood up. âGive it a try.â
I stomped on the frozen padlock with my boot, and it shattered beneath the pressure. âThankââ
But he was gone.
I opened the cellar doors and climbed into the darkness.
6
Jessica
D onavan raised a serious eyebrow . âI can pour you a drink if itâd make it easier.â
It didnât matter if he dumped an entire bottle of scotch down my throat, I wasnât giving him a quote. âYou can go to hell,â I said, standing up so fast I knocked the chair back. âHowâs that for a quote.â
His lips pursed and he tilted his head to the side. âKind of cliché.â
If I still had my magic, I would have turned him into some sort of bug and stepped on him.
He broke out laughing. âYou should see your face. Steamâs practically pouring out of your ears. Iâm joking. Iâm not writing about you or any of my theoriesâ¦yet. I just wanted to see you squirm.â
âHilarious.â I didnât bother picking up the chair. I was still leaving. This man was impossible.
âSeriously,â he said, trying for sincere and falling completely short. âI donât have anything against your store. This is a small town. Public opinion matters and if I look like Iâm trying to make trouble where there is none, Iâll lose even more readers. But I would like to be a part of whatever investigation you do. As I said earlier, I have a feeling about this case and obviously Iâm not the only one or you wouldnât be here glaring at me.â He came around his desk slowly and righted the chair behind me. âPlease sit down.â
I shook my head. âI donât know that we have anything else to discuss. Iâd like to look at the files, but youâre right. What sort of investigation could someone like me actually do? I mean most of my time is spent sitting in my occult shop thinking about ways I can con stupid people out of their hard earned money. I couldnât possibly contribute to society in a meaningful way.â
âSee, I knew it,â he teased, but I wasnât ready for teasing. I was still pissed off. âIt really was a joke.â
âYou wouldnât know anything about real magic if it bit you on the ass.â
âIs that right?â He sat on the edge of his desk. âI guess we do have something to talk about then. Educate me on real magic.â Though he didnât use them, I could hear the air quotes.
âI donât make a habit of wasting my time. Why would I try to explain anything
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