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Alder’s voice broke me from my reverie. “Amelia, what did Ruprecht say the spelling mistake was?”
I tried to remember. “No, he didn’t say precisely, and he said there could be more. Why?”
“I think Fred is a haint. Have a look at this illustration.”
I leaned close to Alder and looked at the drawing. Sure enough, the apparition looked just as Fred had, when he had first appeared to me. “He looks like a haint, all right. Do haints grant wishes?”
Alder shook his head, and seemed amused by my comment. “No, but you were doing a spell to improve your baking, weren’t you?” I nodded. “So it seems you have summoned a haint to help you. Perhaps that’s why it’s trying to grant your wishes. You’re a Dark Witch and that’s why you have control over it to some degree.”
“What is a haint?”
Alder looked worried momentarily. “The word originated with the Gullah people in Africa, and referred to evil spirits. After that, the word became confused with ‘haunts,’ so these days, people get the two mixed up.”
“I’m not sure I’m following you,” I said.
“Bottom line, it’s either evil spirits or spirits of the dead,” Adler said. “No one knows for sure.”
“Spirits of the dead, as in ghosts?”
Alder nodded. “The thing is, many people confuse the word ‘haints’ with the word ‘haunts,’ and that confuses the origin. It led to haints being thought of as ghosts, specifically, restless ghosts who haven’t been able to pass over for whatever reason. Either way, it’s not something you’d want. The tradition carried into the south of the USA, where many people take protective measures against haints.”
“But haints are everywhere?”
Alder shrugged. “Most likely. They’re not limited to one culture or one geographical area, as far as I’m aware. They have different names, but they’re the same entity. Coffee? We can head back out to the kitchen and discuss it.”
As we left the room, I excused myself to go to the bathroom. I was saddened, as I was beginning to think that Alder wasn’t interested in me in a romantic way. All he had talked about all night was witchcraft. “I wish he’d kiss me,” I said to my reflection. “He just doesn’t seem interested in me at all. Maybe he just wants to be friends because we’re both Dark Witches! How silly could I be!”
I walked back out to the kitchen, crestfallen. I hadn’t quite reached the table when I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder. Alder spun me around to face him. “I’ve wanted to do this since I first met you,” Alder said, pulling me close.
The next thing I knew, his lips were on mine, gentle yet insistent. I fervently kissed him back, not caring for the moment that Fred was making him do this. I wasn’t thinking about Fred—I was thinking that Alder was an amazing kisser as I melted into him, savoring the taste of his lips.
Alder’s phone rang, and we both jumped. He broke away and briefly looked at the screen. “Sorry, Amelia. I have to take this.” He abruptly took the phone out of the room. I just stood there, feeling awkward.
Alder soon returned. “Sorry about this,” he said once more. “This is confidential.” I nodded. “It’s a new client, Penny Plank.”
“Plank?” I echoed. “A relative of the victim’s?”
“His ex-wife. She’s in town and I have to meet her right now. I’m sorry that I can’t go into the details. I’ll drive you home.”
I tried not to let my disappointment show, but I told myself that it was probably for the best. If Fred had influenced Alder to kiss me—and I was fairly certain that he had—then I had no right kissing someone who wouldn’t have any intention of kissing me when he was in his right mind.
Chapter 12
I thought the night couldn’t get any worse. As Alder’s car pulled up outside my home, much to my dismay I saw Ruprecht, Thyme, and Mint getting out of Ruprecht’s car outside Camino’s house,
Alder’s voice broke me from my reverie. “Amelia, what did Ruprecht say the spelling mistake was?”
I tried to remember. “No, he didn’t say precisely, and he said there could be more. Why?”
“I think Fred is a haint. Have a look at this illustration.”
I leaned close to Alder and looked at the drawing. Sure enough, the apparition looked just as Fred had, when he had first appeared to me. “He looks like a haint, all right. Do haints grant wishes?”
Alder shook his head, and seemed amused by my comment. “No, but you were doing a spell to improve your baking, weren’t you?” I nodded. “So it seems you have summoned a haint to help you. Perhaps that’s why it’s trying to grant your wishes. You’re a Dark Witch and that’s why you have control over it to some degree.”
“What is a haint?”
Alder looked worried momentarily. “The word originated with the Gullah people in Africa, and referred to evil spirits. After that, the word became confused with ‘haunts,’ so these days, people get the two mixed up.”
“I’m not sure I’m following you,” I said.
“Bottom line, it’s either evil spirits or spirits of the dead,” Adler said. “No one knows for sure.”
“Spirits of the dead, as in ghosts?”
Alder nodded. “The thing is, many people confuse the word ‘haints’ with the word ‘haunts,’ and that confuses the origin. It led to haints being thought of as ghosts, specifically, restless ghosts who haven’t been able to pass over for whatever reason. Either way, it’s not something you’d want. The tradition carried into the south of the USA, where many people take protective measures against haints.”
“But haints are everywhere?”
Alder shrugged. “Most likely. They’re not limited to one culture or one geographical area, as far as I’m aware. They have different names, but they’re the same entity. Coffee? We can head back out to the kitchen and discuss it.”
As we left the room, I excused myself to go to the bathroom. I was saddened, as I was beginning to think that Alder wasn’t interested in me in a romantic way. All he had talked about all night was witchcraft. “I wish he’d kiss me,” I said to my reflection. “He just doesn’t seem interested in me at all. Maybe he just wants to be friends because we’re both Dark Witches! How silly could I be!”
I walked back out to the kitchen, crestfallen. I hadn’t quite reached the table when I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder. Alder spun me around to face him. “I’ve wanted to do this since I first met you,” Alder said, pulling me close.
The next thing I knew, his lips were on mine, gentle yet insistent. I fervently kissed him back, not caring for the moment that Fred was making him do this. I wasn’t thinking about Fred—I was thinking that Alder was an amazing kisser as I melted into him, savoring the taste of his lips.
Alder’s phone rang, and we both jumped. He broke away and briefly looked at the screen. “Sorry, Amelia. I have to take this.” He abruptly took the phone out of the room. I just stood there, feeling awkward.
Alder soon returned. “Sorry about this,” he said once more. “This is confidential.” I nodded. “It’s a new client, Penny Plank.”
“Plank?” I echoed. “A relative of the victim’s?”
“His ex-wife. She’s in town and I have to meet her right now. I’m sorry that I can’t go into the details. I’ll drive you home.”
I tried not to let my disappointment show, but I told myself that it was probably for the best. If Fred had influenced Alder to kiss me—and I was fairly certain that he had—then I had no right kissing someone who wouldn’t have any intention of kissing me when he was in his right mind.
Chapter 12
I thought the night couldn’t get any worse. As Alder’s car pulled up outside my home, much to my dismay I saw Ruprecht, Thyme, and Mint getting out of Ruprecht’s car outside Camino’s house,
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