Half Past the Witching Hour (Paranormal Personnel Saga #3) by Joanna Mazurkiewicz Read Free Book Online

distracting me. Quentin had clear instructions from the doctors. He had to take it easy, so we watched a few films, while Gomez stayed in the kitchen downstairs. He wasn’t particularly happy about those arrangements, but hey, I needed some time alone with my boyfriend.
    By the end of the week I settled back to my usual routine. Blackouts and visions about my mother’s death didn’t occur again, but I had to stay alerted, checking if I was in my own bed every morning after I woke up. My energy wasn’t as active as it used to be. Dad was very secretive about Jennifer’s murder. Somehow the press hadn’t sniffed out this story, but I was certain that the news about the murder had reached Nathaniel. After all, he owned the company and he had to be up to date with everything that was going on in London.
    I kept checking on my mother every day, freaking out if she didn’t answer her phone. She obviously loved hearing from me, but every time I asked her if she was all right, she kept talking about Quentin, demanding to know why I hadn’t told her that I had a new boyfriend. Apparently Dad mentioned Quentin during their morning rush. Mum loved Nathaniel and she was disappointed when we broke up. She was ready to marry me off to anyone who might be suitable. That was why I kept quiet about Quentin. However, now the secret was out and I had to bring him for dinner sooner or later. Otherwise Mum wouldn’t stop nagging.
    I’d been waiting for a phone call from Tron all week silently hoping that he was wrong about my visions. He offered to train me, but he never gave me any specific time. I tried not to get excited about anything, as he advised, but I was also angry that he didn’t contact me in any way.
    Quentin had no idea about my blackouts, and he didn’t know about the visit from the old mysterious elf. At the end of the week Quentin invited me to an art exhibition in one of the galleries in town on Friday night. He was supposed to take it easy, but he ignored all the doctor’s orders and went back to work on Thursday. Kate’s boyfriend was showing a few paintings, so I couldn’t say no. Kelsie demanded to get an invite, as she wanted to drink for free. I tried to reach Ella, but her phone went to voicemail. And Nicky was away in Spain. I’d thought that I could gather all my friends in one place, but no luck.
    On Saturday night I tried to forget about Jennifer. I put my best dress on and had a drink before Quentin arrived. Tron didn’t say anything about consumption of alcohol. And I was desperate to feel like normal human being.
    The girls were already at the gallery when Quentin and I arrived. Kelsie looked amazing, wearing a short cream dress, exposing her gorgeous legs. She’d curled her black hair. Yesterday Kate and I found out that she broke up with her recent boyfriend, a shifter who was involved in transporting stolen cars abroad. Kelsie caught him cheating on her last night. She didn’t seem too upset. As I assumed, she didn’t take her romances too seriously.
    The gallery that we’d been invited to had just opened. Kate had been dating Chris, a werewolf, for over a year now. Her parents weren’t thrilled with her choice, but I liked Chris. He was always polite and charming, but Kate's parents would have preferred she go out with a wizard.
    Kelsie went straight away to the bar and came back holding two glasses of champagne. I wanted to go around to admire art, but Kelsie insisted on staying close to the bar.
    ‘I swear to God if this is going to be boring, I’ll be wasted after an hour,’ she muttered, looking around the room.
    Kate rolled her eyes. ‘It’s an art exhibition, darling. I don’t know what you expect here tonight.’
    ‘Kate is right. Art is dull if you aren’t into that sort of thing,’ I muttered. Kelsie frowned, taking a generous gulp of her champagne.
    ‘Well, last time I remembered, you managed to get yourself sorted with Quentin at a gallery. Guys like him are definitely