Supernatural Seduction (Book 2 of the Coffin Girls Series) by Aneesa Price Read Free Book Online Page A

happy. Same plant. Similar end goal,
but a different way of using it. I’m not saying that all plants
have similar magickal and medicinal outcomes if used. Maybe in
future these will be found when magick and medicine, or rather
alchemy, meet each other once more, but for now, there are some
that have similarities and others that don’t.”
    “How do you tell the difference between
what’s magickal and medicinal?” asked Faith, the most notable of
the young witches. Faith had been the one to make contact with
Anais, and she was the un-elected, yet undisputed leader of the
girls. She also held the most ambition to become a Coffin Girl.
    “You have to learn the names of the herbs and
plants, learn their uses, and then safely experiment. With
practice, the knowledge will come to you,” Sophie replied. “Some of
the plants have both purposes. For example, the dandelion is
magickally used to promote harmony in the home, but its sap can
cure warts and skin blemishes.”
    Sophie noticed a hand from one of the girls
briefly touch her acne. Teenagers. The vanity angle would hopefully
spark the first interest, and practice would engage them further.
“Cinnamon is another example. The bark from the tree is used
remedially to increase metabolism and magickally to increase power
and strength.”
    “Now, here is your exercise for the day,”
Sophie handed out sheets of paper. “You’ll find the names of plants
and herbs listed with their magickal and medicinal uses. The plants
are also found here,” Sophie waved her hand towards the rows of
plants that stood in the hothouse.
    “But how will we know what the plants are?
They’re not labelled,” piped Anna.
    “Here are drawings of the plants with their
names. For the next hour, I want you to try to identify each of the
actual plants from the drawings, and then correlate it with their
medicinal and magickal uses. Use the hour well because tomorrow,
we’ll start working with them. And don’t forget,” Sophie warned,
“be kind to the plants and they’ll be generous with you.”
    “I’ll leave you now to get to it,” Sophie
continued. “Afterwards, come into the house for lunch, and then
rest this afternoon. Tonight, you’ll be helping out at the wedding
as part of your practical course and it will, undoubtedly, be a
long evening.”
    Leaving them to their mix of groans and
enthusiasm, Sophie made her way back to the house. She found her
sisters and Miss Suzette waiting for her in the kitchen. At her
entrance, Miss Suzette started heaping mounds of food into the
waiting dishes. Helping herself to a cool drink of sweet iced tea,
she did a double-take at the evident blood that Anais was
guzzling.
    At her raised brow, Anais smiled sheepishly,
“Didn’t get a chance to feed this morning.”
    “You fed, alright,” Marie quipped, “just not
on blood. Yep, you’re getting mighty fond of blood sausage there,
cher.”
    “That’s Scottish, Marie,” V’s replied,
sardonically.
    “Conall’s not Scottish,” batted Marie
back.
    “I know,” said V, “he’s Irish.”
    “That’s why I just called it blood sausage,
not Scottish whatever,” Marie was fully engaged in the childish
argument.
    “Okay,” Sophie interrupted the verbal tennis
match, “let’s leave Conall’s sausage, whether it’s Irish or
Scottish, to Anais, shall we?”
    It was such a silly question preceded by such
a nonsensical debate that the room erupted into a chorus of
giggles. This is what made their home, Sophie thought. They argued
over anything and nothing at all, laughed over more, and shared
everything. Always aware of what the others were feeling, Sophie
noted that the mood had lightened. These feelings she could live
with; they were familiar and benevolent.
    Anais licked the last drop of red from her
lips and brought their focus back to business. They were going to
have a working lunch to discuss the final details for the night’s
event.
    “I’m glad that tonight’s event is a