The Silent Goddess: The Otherworld Series Book 1 by N.K. Vir Read Free Book Online

Kat said with a shrug.  “I’ve seen you go on autopilot whenever the Nutty Professor calls.”
                  “It was washed and dried.  Things just keep moving and everything is just so clean.  I can’t remember the last time I had to pick up a broom.”
                  Kat started bouncing up and down clapping her hands cheerleader style.  “You,” she pointed a finger at Annie, “have,” clap, clap.   “A Brownie,” she finished by throwing her arms out and doing her best jazz hands.
                  “You look like a five year old gothic cheerleader,” Annie grumbled.  “And I do not have a Brownie.  Besides, don’t you have to believe in that stuff to actually get a Brownie?”
                  “Nope,” Kat replied, as she began gathering up her cleansing supplies.  She closed her eyes whispering a prayer of thanks.  “Listen,” she said screwing her jar of ocean water shut.  “You should consider it an honor. The Fae don’t just help everyone out you know.” 
    She tapped her sage stick with the tip of her finger, convinced it was out she carefully rolled it up in paper then put her ocean-in-a-jar, sage stick and smudging feather into a black velvet pouch.  When she had finished she turned back to face Annie.  She took a deep breath and cast her eyes upwards as if asking (or more likely begging) for patience.
                  Annie knew her friends believed in the supernatural. Hell 99.9% of Annie’s clientele believed in the supernatural.  It was why tourists flocked to Salem in the first place; witches and ghosts.  The summer and fall in Salem was like one long continuous fair.  The pedestrian mall was filled with vendors selling everything from kitschy t-shirts to ghost tours.  Street performers, musicians, food trucks and hawkers dressed as sexy witches lined the bricked mini-street.  All of this lead up to the month of October when the whole town seemed to go into a money making frenzy.  The town made its living on that one month selling tourists all sorts of “witchy” crap.  But if you could skim the charlatans off the surface you’d find real Wiccan witches who did more than just play act for the tourists.  Witches like the one standing in front of her now.  These witches had clients who came back month after month because they actually fixed people’s problems; or at least they thought they did.  Whether they were just great psychologists or really could perform magick was still up for debate in Annie’s mind.
    “We’ve all told you that you have some Faerie blood in you and like draws like,” Kat said with a shrug.
    Annie snorted in response.
    Kat reached out and grabbed Annie’s arm pulling her to the front door and outside.  “This,” she said pointing to the garden bursting to life, “screams Fae blood.”
    “So I have a green thumb?”  Annie replied.  Kat scowled at her.  “Okay, two green thumbs and I cheated.”
    Well at least that’s what the neighbors told her.  Apparently it was very taboo to start planting anything before Memorial Day in New England as it was not unheard of for snow to be falling well into May.
    “You did kind of get a head start,” Kat acquiesced.  “Last year there was still snow on the ground in June.”
    Annie crossed her arms over her chest and nodded silently thanking Kat for making her point.  But Kat, never one to give up so easily just waved a dismissive hand at her.
    “Those,” she said, pointing out the meadowsweet Annie had just planted this morning, “have grown since you put them in the ground.”
    “They have not,” Annie said sounding more childlike then she meant to; but even she had to admit, only to herself of course, they did look a little bigger.
    “It’s not just the garden, Annie.  I may not have the sight like Robert and Griffin, but I do have eyes.  There are parts of you that are Otherworld, especially, your