Read Online T*Witches: Don’t Think Twice by Randi Reisfeld, H.B. Gilmour - Free Book Online

she decided. He gnawed on his bottom lip; his deep-set eyes darted constantly as if he were fearfully looking out for something or someone.
    A few steps behind him, a worried woman holding a sleeping child hurried to keep pace with the man.
    Waving, Cam was about to shout, “Hello!” but the word never left her throat. Still a block away from the worried strangers, Cam stopped dead in her tracks and whirled around.
    Behind her. It would come from that direction…. Her eyes began to sting viciously, her vision went blurry. An icy chill wracked her. And she saw: a big black car skidding around the lamppost corner, swerving wildly toward the frightened family.
    Two guys were in the high front seat, one tall, the other short and squat. The tall boy, who was driving, pushed back a shock of dark hair that had fallen over his eyes. His face was animated by a wild grin.
    The passenger next to him turned suddenly as if he’d felt Cam’s eyes on him. He leered at her, then let out a spine-tingling laugh.
    The boys from the bowling alley, Cam realized. They were aiming deliberately at the frightened couple and their child. But why? And when would their car turn the corner? How much time did she, and they, have? Five minutes, ten at the most. It would happen …
    Now!
    She burst from the vision back to reality, shouting, “Watch out! Watch out!”
    The woman clutching the baby stopped, terrified. “Don’t cross the street!” Cam warned as the wary mother stood at the edge of the curb, searching the darkness for her.
    Suddenly, the man stuck one of the suitcases under his arm and reached to pull his wife forward. “Come on!” he hollered impatiently. “There’s no time to stop. I told you, he said they’re looking for me!”
    Cam raced toward them, holding up her hand, yelling, “Wait! Don’t go! A car is coming.” But the man’s frantic shouting drowned her out. “Molly, come on!”
    And then it was too late.
    They were off the curb, rushing across the broad boulevard.
    In desperation, Cam clutched her sun necklace, focusing hard on the threesome. A nanosecond of doubt held her back. Would it work alone, without Alex’s moon charm? Could she save them all by herself? “Help,” she whispered. “Tell me what to do. I don’t know what to do….”
    Just then, the woman stopped walking and looked straight at Cam.
    “Don’t,” Cam began weakly, but as the sun charm began to heat in her hand, her voice became sure and strong.
“Spirits who protect and love the innocent and helpless,”
she chanted, holding the frightened woman’sgaze.
“Save from harm all those you judge kind of heart and selfless.”
    A mask seemed to fall over the woman’s taut face. As if in a trance, she slipped her hand out of the man’s and stepped back onto the curb.
    Cam set her sight on the man, but his cap shaded his eyes. She could not make contact with him. “Stop,” she wanted to shout. Instead, it was the woman’s voice that cried out, “Stop. Elias, wait. Come back. Come here!”
    He was in too much of a hurry, too frightened. Cam’s scream seemed to blend with the wailing of the woman and her wakened baby. That was all she remembered. That, and wishing Emily were there, to hold and comfort her.
    She was wakened by the polar opposite of nurturing warmth.
    “I can’t leave you alone for a minute, can I? This is what I get for trusting you!” Ileana!
    Cam had never been so relieved to hear that icy voice, to see the haughty expression, the jutting cheekbones and windblown golden hair, to see the dangerously flashing gray eyes of Ileana staring at her.
    “What are you doing here?” It was a rhetorical question, asked as Ileana opened her cape and signaled for the trembling, blubbering Cam to wrap herself inside it. She pretended not to hear the fledgling’s tale of a manbeing run down by two terrifying boys, how she’d seen it coming and had not been able to save him. How she could only help the woman with the baby