Blood Prophecy: Kallen's Tale by Bonnie Lamer Read Free Book Online Page B

move away from her,” I say, trying hard not to laugh at
her naivety.  All I get is yet another dirty look from Xandra. 
    Her grandmother looks me at
impatiently.  “I’m sure I’ll be fine.”  Okay, it is her injury I was trying to
prevent.  “Go ahead, dear.”
    I am undecided about whether
or not I should leave the room.  Xandra does not know it, but this spell, when
it backfires horrendously, will tell me how she feels about me.  If I am
unharmed, then her feelings mirror mine.  If I become collateral damage, well,
there is always that house up the mountain I want to build.  I really do not
want to be collateral damage.  I take a deep breath and hold my position
leaning against the wall.
    Xandra stands up to recite
the spell.  “Herb and stone, heart and mind, with my will may all combine. 
Protect my body, my life, my soul, from forces dark who strike first blow. 
Evil magic based in sin, sent back before it can begin.  Those in my heart will
be unharmed, by this Witch’s protective charm.”  And then there’s a loud
explosion.
    The coffee table beats the
couch to the window and shatters the glass as it flies through.  The couch has
a passenger as it goes flying.  I guess the Angel will be a little more likely
to believe me in the future.  As the couch flies into the door, she is thrown
off and ends up under the window.  She is out cold from hitting her head
against the wall.  Other than a few scrapes and bruises, and obviously a
concussion, she looks okay.  She is breathing and not wheezing, so I believe
she is fine.  The recliner has flown into the fireplace, making me glad no one
asked me to build a fire earlier.  Me?  I am standing against the wall, as I
was before, watching the shocked face of my beautiful, powerful Witch Fairy. 
Completely unharmed.
    Xandra’s eyes fly to me and
her relief that I am not harmed is tangible.  Which curls my lips into a
knowing smile.  She cares for me as deeply as I care for her.  “Guess that
answers that question.”
    She is confused for a moment
and it is fun to watch her face as understanding dawns.  A massive amount of
blood rushing to her cheeks tells me when she knows what I am talking about.  Instead
of acknowledging it, she asks, “What happened?  It wasn’t supposed to do this,
right?” 
    I cannot help but chuckling
as I push away from the wall and walk towards her.  “No, it was not.” 
    She turns to look at her
spirit parents, also unharmed, and they are in complete shock.  Not surprising,
since this was their first real taste of their daughter’s power.  Xandra is
only slightly less shocked than they are.  “What went wrong?” she asks.
    That makes me laugh.  She
honestly has no clue how strong her magic is.  That makes her even more
delicious.  “Nothing went wrong, my little Witch Fairy.  You did everything
correctly.”
    Doubt washes over her face
as she looks around the room that looks as if a bomb went off.  “Then why does
the house look like a tornado stormed through it?” 
    I laugh more.  What a great
analogy.  She is the perfect storm.  “How aptly put.  You are a tornado
personified.”
    Her eyes narrow in my
direction.  “Will you please just answer my question?”
    Oh, but it is so much more
fun to tease her.  “This,” I say as I sweep my arm around, “is what happens
when what should have been a gentle summer breeze, is replaced by a tornado.”
    “If you don’t stop laughing
at me and answer my question, I’m going to blow you up next.”
    She is beautiful when she is
angry.  I cannot keep the amusement from my voice as I answer her question
before she really does lose control and unintentionally blow me up.  “The
average witch would be the gentle summer breeze.  The spell would have been
cast, the mojo bag would have been properly stored for future use, and the
Witch would have gone on her merry way.  But if you replace the gentle summer
breeze with a tornado, you create