Lunumbra spell every single day now. Iâve always memory-cleansed him in the past when my photos didnât turn out, because of all his questions. Now I wonder if heâs been taking pictures of me when I didnât realize it. Why else would he be so fascinated with taking my picture?â
The spell was the one that allowed Wishcrafters to be visible on film and video. As she explained, I went about gathering spoons and napkins, and because I didnât have a sugar shaker yet, I put the whole sugar-filled owl canister on the island. âItâs a good question.â
âAnd lately Iâve been finding witchcraft books in his house,â she went on. âNot just one or two but ten, fifteen. Iâve seen Web pages bookmarked on his computer for witchcraft sites. And not only that, but sorcery sites as well.â
The kettle whistled and I quickly pulled it from the heat and shut off the flame. The witchcraft fascination was one thing, because Vince wasnât likely to find anything related to our particular Craft. There was very little out in the world related to our kind of magic. I think Harper had found the only book in existence about it, hidden in the basement of the bookshop, and she had that one under lock and key.
Sorcery, however, was another matter altogether. Much of it was dark magic that anyone could practice with no rules. And it was powerful. Extremely.
This was a disturbing twist.
âDo you think heâs been using any of it?â I poured water into the cups and steam plumed. âThe sorcery?â
âI donât think so. I mean, Iâd feel it, wouldnât I? A disturbance in my force, or something like that? I think itâs just a matter of time, though. But right now, thatâs not the most upsetting thing about this. . . . As you know, his birthday was a few days ago.â
I smiled. âThatâs upsetting?â
âItâs what he
wanted
for his birthday, Darcy.â
I sat on a stool. Ordinarily Iâd have wiggled my eyebrows and teased her, but her demeanor told me this wasnât a laughing matter. âOh?â
âHe bought two of those DNA kits that trace ancestry and wanted me to do one with him. I couldnât. Iâm not sure anything wacky will show up because Iâm a witch, but I canât take that risk. Crafting is hereditary. There has to be something within us thatâs not quite normal. Vince and I had a huge fight about it because I refused to take the test. Heâs not just a Seeker, oh no. He finally admitted to me that heâs convinced heâs a witchâor, in his words, a âwarlock.ââ
Crafters didnât use that description for males within our society. âWitchâ was used universally. âDid you try to talk him out of it?â
âNot really. I was too scared that in the heat of the moment, I would say something that as a
mortal
I shouldnât know. I was hoping that ignoring him would work, but then he went off and hired Glinda to help him trace his ancestry.â
Glinda Hansel was a former village police officer turned PI. Weâd once been adversaries but were slowlypiecing together a strange sort of friendship. As a witch herself, surely she wouldnât string Vince along. . . .
âIâll talk to her,â I said. âSee if she can convince Vince to let this all go.â
âI was hoping youâd say that, because you know I donât want to do it. Talk to her, that is . . .â Starla bit her lip. âShe finally apologized, by the way. In person. With flowers. And what looked like actual remorse.â
âShe did? When?â
âA few weeks ago. She said she was trying to make things right in her life and had a lot of regret for what sheâd done to me. She said sheâd been wrong, plain and simple, and that she was very sorry.â
Glinda didnât like to admit when she was