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sprung up. I almost wished this poison would just do its job already and stop toying with me.
“Sorry. It’s just— Cherry’s dead. Turned green and dropped like a stone on the stage just a couple moments ago.”
“I guess dying slowly is a good excuse for forgetting your manners,” he said a second later, his tone taking on a forced brightness. “If Julia is really missing, maybe a… magical solution could be used to find her.”
I clicked the end button without another word, excusing myself for the rudeness almost immediately. I’d made a promise to myself about magic and, if I was going to die, I wanted it to be keeping that promise.
Besides, even if I did know of a way to summon my grandmother— which I didn’t— there was no guarantee it would work. Actually, it probably wouldn’t. Gran always used to tell me that you couldn’t rely on magic against another witch, especially when she was more powerful than you. There was no one more powerful than my grandma, so I had to assume I couldn’t do a darn thing, magically, about her disappearance.
Non-magically, on the other hand….
I called a third number, and Wyatt, his voice equal parts annoyed and relieved, answered on the first ring. “Harper? Where are you? Another contestant has been—“
“Poisoned. I know.”
He paused, taking that in. “I’m going to assume you know because someone told you, not because you were there and ran from the police.”
“Nope, it’s the second.”
“Harper!” He dragged in a short breath. “I should arrest you.”
“Great,” I said. “Why don’t you come on over to my grandma’s and do that? While you’re at it, maybe you can find out why she’s missing.”
Wyatt digested that for a moment, and I let him stew. To give the man credit, there was a lot of stuff being piled onto his plate at the moment, and I knew for a fact that he was burning the candle at both ends.
Swearing, he said, “I’ll be right there.”
I stayed where I was, massaging my temples while I waited for him. Faster than I would’ve thought possible, Wyatt came bursting through the front door a few minutes later, calling my name at noise levels that did nothing good for my head. I answered him weakly, not moving from my spot.
He was right next to me before I could open my eyes, pressing his fingers gently against my forehead. “You’re a little warm.”
“Funny. I like to think of myself as smoking hot.”
Wyatt didn’t laugh at my joke, a line forming between his eyebrows as he frowned at me. “You need to rest; you’ve been on your feet too long.”
“I’ve had all the rest I can take, thank you,” I said, though just then, I felt like I could’ve gone into that eternal slumber without regrets.
Pursing his lips like he wanted to say more, he switched gears reluctantly. “Do you have any clue as to where your grandma’s gone?”
“I thought you were supposed to be the detective.” I pinched my nose, which brought on a fresh wave of pain. At least it woke me up, though. “Her car’s here, but she’s not. I called Oliver; she’s not at the shop either.”
“I’ll make some calls,” he said, rising from his knees and making to step outside.
“Wyatt?” He stopped to look at me. “We need to find her.”
“I wouldn’t worry. Miss Hanes is a tough lady; she’ll turn up.”
I shook my head. “Not what I meant. She’s supposed to be finding the type of poison that was used. And since we don’t have a clue who the killer is…”
There was no need to say that, without one or the other, I was in trouble. He nodded stiffly, stepping outside to likely call everyone he knew— which was a considerable bulk of people. A surge of relief went through me. For the moment, I could relax. With Wyatt on the case, I’d be safe.
My phone rang, and it was like a shot to the base of my skull. Scrambling to answer it, I bit out a harsh hello.
“Harper,” Melanie said through the line. “Is that how you
“Sorry. It’s just— Cherry’s dead. Turned green and dropped like a stone on the stage just a couple moments ago.”
“I guess dying slowly is a good excuse for forgetting your manners,” he said a second later, his tone taking on a forced brightness. “If Julia is really missing, maybe a… magical solution could be used to find her.”
I clicked the end button without another word, excusing myself for the rudeness almost immediately. I’d made a promise to myself about magic and, if I was going to die, I wanted it to be keeping that promise.
Besides, even if I did know of a way to summon my grandmother— which I didn’t— there was no guarantee it would work. Actually, it probably wouldn’t. Gran always used to tell me that you couldn’t rely on magic against another witch, especially when she was more powerful than you. There was no one more powerful than my grandma, so I had to assume I couldn’t do a darn thing, magically, about her disappearance.
Non-magically, on the other hand….
I called a third number, and Wyatt, his voice equal parts annoyed and relieved, answered on the first ring. “Harper? Where are you? Another contestant has been—“
“Poisoned. I know.”
He paused, taking that in. “I’m going to assume you know because someone told you, not because you were there and ran from the police.”
“Nope, it’s the second.”
“Harper!” He dragged in a short breath. “I should arrest you.”
“Great,” I said. “Why don’t you come on over to my grandma’s and do that? While you’re at it, maybe you can find out why she’s missing.”
Wyatt digested that for a moment, and I let him stew. To give the man credit, there was a lot of stuff being piled onto his plate at the moment, and I knew for a fact that he was burning the candle at both ends.
Swearing, he said, “I’ll be right there.”
I stayed where I was, massaging my temples while I waited for him. Faster than I would’ve thought possible, Wyatt came bursting through the front door a few minutes later, calling my name at noise levels that did nothing good for my head. I answered him weakly, not moving from my spot.
He was right next to me before I could open my eyes, pressing his fingers gently against my forehead. “You’re a little warm.”
“Funny. I like to think of myself as smoking hot.”
Wyatt didn’t laugh at my joke, a line forming between his eyebrows as he frowned at me. “You need to rest; you’ve been on your feet too long.”
“I’ve had all the rest I can take, thank you,” I said, though just then, I felt like I could’ve gone into that eternal slumber without regrets.
Pursing his lips like he wanted to say more, he switched gears reluctantly. “Do you have any clue as to where your grandma’s gone?”
“I thought you were supposed to be the detective.” I pinched my nose, which brought on a fresh wave of pain. At least it woke me up, though. “Her car’s here, but she’s not. I called Oliver; she’s not at the shop either.”
“I’ll make some calls,” he said, rising from his knees and making to step outside.
“Wyatt?” He stopped to look at me. “We need to find her.”
“I wouldn’t worry. Miss Hanes is a tough lady; she’ll turn up.”
I shook my head. “Not what I meant. She’s supposed to be finding the type of poison that was used. And since we don’t have a clue who the killer is…”
There was no need to say that, without one or the other, I was in trouble. He nodded stiffly, stepping outside to likely call everyone he knew— which was a considerable bulk of people. A surge of relief went through me. For the moment, I could relax. With Wyatt on the case, I’d be safe.
My phone rang, and it was like a shot to the base of my skull. Scrambling to answer it, I bit out a harsh hello.
“Harper,” Melanie said through the line. “Is that how you
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