Samhain (Matilda Kavanagh Book 2) by Shauna Granger Read Free Book Online Page A

gotta make a phone call.”
    “You can go in the bedroom,” I said, motioning with my chin.
    Kyle leaned back to look around the kitchen wall before nodding and walking away.
    “Mattie?” Ronnie said, coming up next to me with the other pot.
    “Yeah?” I fought to get the ruined healing potion out of my pot and into the sink, stabbing it with a metal spoon.
    “I think you’re gonna have to replace your cabinets. I mean, look at them.”
    “I saw.” I didn’t want to look again.
    Many of the doors were hanging off the cabinets, holding on by one hinge, and they were all roasted and toasted. A few drawers had shot out to shatter on the floor, spilling their contents. I was glad my oven seemed to have survived the blast. The fridge had survived as well, though the take-out menus, pictures, and magnets that had decorated the front of it were destroyed. Curling bits of burned paper and melted globs of metal littered the floor. But they were all easily replaced.
    Ronnie sloshed the murky potion into the sink once I got the glob of green goo out of my pot. I stabbed at it, jamming it into the disposal. The sound of the blades fighting with the goo covered the sound of Kyle’s footsteps.
    He had to yell to be heard over the whirring of the motor. “What can I do?”
    Ronnie had fetched my broom and dustpan out of the closet. She handed him the dustpan and pointed at the floor before she started sweeping. Kyle looked a little ridiculous, his six-foot-four frame hunched over the tiny dustpan gripped in his massive hand. His brow was pinched as he concentrated on holding the pan flush to the ground for Ronnie. I was scrubbing the counters while they swept up the debris when the knock at the door came. Ronnie and I froze, our wide eyes staring at the door. If I listened closely enough, I would have sworn I could hear the thudding of our hearts.
    “It’s okay,” Kyle said, standing. “It’s Jameson. I called him.” He dumped the trash from the dustpan into the trash can as he walked over to answer the door.
    I swallowed my heart and stood up straight to rinse my hands in the sink. I was drying my hands when I heard Kyle curse from the living room.
    “Freezing spell,” Ronnie said with a smile.
    “Right.” I laughed lightly. “I got it.”
    I walked into the living room, aware again that I was in baggy pajamas. I tugged at my oversized T-shirt and tucked my short hair behind my ears, trying to straighten myself. Kyle was sucking on his fingers when I walked up, and I couldn’t stop the snort that escaped me.
    “Shouldn’t try to open a witch’s door without her permission.” I nudged him out of the way with my hip and touched the doorknob, feeling the spell lift with a zing. When I turned the knob, the door opened easily, and Kyle made a noise behind me.
    “So what, any witch can break your locking spell?”
    “No, not any witch.” I held the door open for Jameson and a Were I hadn’t met. “Only ones that I give consent to. Ronnie is my friend and welcome to come and go from my house, as I am from hers, so we can break each other’s freezing spells.”
    “Thanks for the warning,” Kyle said as he shook his hand.
    “Jameson,” I said, finally turning my attention to the tall, broad-shouldered Alpha Were.
    Jameson was one of those guys who was ageless. He could have been thirty-five or fifty-five, and there really was no way to be sure which. His dark hair was shot through with a dusting of silver, and his skin held the golden glow of a man with a healthy appreciation of the sun. He smelled of the forest and damp earth, but he never had the hint of tangy iron like some other Weres I knew. When Jameson smiled, his blue eyes sparkled. I didn’t think any girl really cared how old or young he was, not when he laid those soulful eyes on her.
    “Mattie,” Jameson said with a nod, his voice low and rough like one would expect of a werewolf leader. “This is Samuel.” He gestured toward the slightly