Totally Spellbound by Kristine Grayson Read Free Book Online

right now.”
    “He’s been off balance for days,” Kyle
said.
    “I have not,” Travers said.
    “Have too,” Kyle said.
    “Have not,” Travers said.
    “Have too.” Kyle crossed his
arms.
    “Have not.”
    Megan stared at her brother. He always
told her that adults who interacted childishly with their children
hurt their children. She had never heard this kind of interchange
between Travers and Kyle.
    “Have too,” Kyle said.
    Megan was feeling off balance as
well.
    “This,” Zoe said loudly, obviously to
stop the fight, “is not a practical joke. There are just things
about the world that your family didn’t know. And now you’re
learning them, which can be hard.”
    Hard. That was the understatement of
the year. If magic existed and Zoe was a witch (magician?) and Kyle
had psychic powers and the Fates had once been in charge of
everyone’s lives, then hard was nearly impossible.
    Because it meant everything Megan had
learned was wrong.
    Zoe was watching her sympathetically,
as if she understood what Megan was going through.
    Megan felt a shiver of fear run
through her, and it startled her. She had expected upset and
discomfort, but not fear.
    “You can’t read my mind too, can you?”
she asked Zoe. Suddenly the reason for her fear became
clear.
    If magic existed, and everyone who had
it was psychic, then Megan’s privacy had been invaded all of her
life—it had been anyway, if Kyle was to be believed, first by her
sister Vivian, and now by her nephew—but that didn’t feel as
invasive as having some woman she just met, some woman who claimed
to love her brother, be able to know everything about her with just
a single thought.
    “No,” Zoe said gently, “I can’t read
minds. Kyle is a special boy.”
    She gave him a fond look.
    Megan glanced at her
brother, who was staring at this woman with something like love.
Megan had seen a similar expression on her brother’s face
before—that adoration had been in his eyes when he had looked at
his newborn son—but this was something else, something passionate,
something not Travers.
    Or not the Travers she had grown up
with.
    Travers and passion weren’t two words
she had ever put together before.
    “You know,” Kyle was saying to Zoe, “I
hate being called special. It makes me sound like there’s something
wrong with me.”
    “I meant it as a compliment,” she
said.
    “I know that,” Kyle said, but he still
looked grumpy.
    And that was when the knot
in Megan’s stomach loosened ever so slightly. Because if Zoe had
really been psychic, she would have known that Kyle hated being
called special. He also hated “weird” and “unusual” and
“interesting.”
    The dog climbed into Kyle’s lap and
inspected the table, his nose twitching. Megan looked at the food.
The eggs had congealed, the waffles looked soggy, and the coffee
was cold.
    She sighed and reached for the orange
juice. Then she stopped, hand out, and contemplated
something.
    “If you’re really magic,” she said to
Zoe, “prove it. Revive my breakfast.”
    “Aunt Meg!” Kyle put a
hand in front of the dog’s snout, preventing him from eating a
strip of cold bacon off the plate. “You said you’d give her a
chance.”
    “I am giving her a chance,” Megan
said.
    “Revive it?” Travers said. “What are
you asking, Meg?”
    Megan blinked at him. Then her stomach
rumbled. The smell of fresh bacon always did that to her, even if
she wasn’t hungry. Fresh bacon and fresh coffee—
    She looked down. The
scrambled eggs were fluffy, with steam rising from them. The bacon
wasn’t just hot, it was also crisp, which was exactly how she liked
it. A new plate held sausages, cooked until they were shriveled and
perfect. And the waffles looked like they had just come out of the
waffle iron, little puffs of steam rising from their checkerboard
surfaces.
    Megan raised her eyes slowly from the
food to Zoe.
    Zoe smiled. “That’s what she meant,
Trav.”
    He came to the table, put