Witch Way to Turn by Karen Y. Bynum Read Free Book Online Page B

out to be something crazy. Even Myles. She did a mental eye roll.
    Just when you think things can’t get any more complicated... A preternatural saves you and claims you’re some weird half-and-half thingy. Your little sister tells you she sees people glow. And your wannabe boyfr–just friend–glows.
    Breena needed to chew on this information awhile. Even if Jenny was making up the glow thing and the incident on campus had been a hoax, that still didn’t explain her ravenous appetite and unrelenting chill. There had to be a rational explanation, she…she just hadn’t thought of it yet. But she would.
    Soon.
    She buttoned her sweater and inhaled the rest of her breakfast. Right now, she needed to focus on the most immediate task at hand–getting Jenny away from Evil One and Evil Two.
    Once they’d finished breakfast, Jenny helped Breena clean up. They both took showers, Breena combed the knots out of Jenny’s hair then they left for Norma’s.
    * * * *
    “Get a trash bag from under the sink,” Breena yelled to Jenny from the pantry. “I got the broom.” She grabbed the dustpan.
    Cleaning supplies in hand, they stood outside the plain white bedroom for a long time, looking at the mess. Glass and little pieces of snow globe castle littered the floor along with Breena and Stan’s blood. The mattress was cock-eyed. Clothes had fallen off their hangers and lay in a crumpled heap on the closet floor. The blinds crooked sideways in a bent-but-not-broken kind of way.
    Breena swept inward from the hallway to clear a path for them to work. Once inside, Jenny held the dustpan. They dumped scoop after scoop into the trash bag. It was crazy how much glass came from one little snow globe. Breena snatched the scrub brush and cleaner from the bathroom and did her best to remove the blood from the floor without gagging. Jenny flipped the last blind right-side up. They straightened the bed and were hanging the clothes in the closet when a car door slammed.
    “Shit.” Breena realized too late she’d cussed.
    “Breena Cross.” Jenny squinted at her from across the room.
    “Sorry, Jenny.”
    Hell’s bells. I’m a terrible role model.
    Breena grabbed the garbage bag and raced to the back porch, barely making it to the trash can and back before Norma and Real Daughter walked through the front door. Susan flipped her stringy black hair, blinked her insanely long eyelashes and ignored Breena.
    “What’re you doin’ here?” Norma didn’t like it when Breena came over unannounced. Well, screw her.
    “Visiting Jenny.”
    Breena stumbled backward when Norma shoved the suitcase into her arms, just like old times. “Put it in my room,” Norma ordered.
    The stench of burnt tobacco hit Breena in the face. For a second, Scumbag’s hands were on her again. As she gripped the suitcase to her chest, she forced that nightmare into the darkness of her mind. Norma must’ve been smoking in the car again.
    Breena kept her head down and went up the stairs as fast as possible without actually running. Hopefully, Stan hadn’t told Evil One a bunch of lies about the other night.
    Then again, anything could set off a ticking time bomb like Norma.
    “Grab Jenny and get yer hind-ends back down here,” Norma hollered. Someday Norma wouldn’t have this control over her, but for now, Breena would jump as high as she needed to in order to protect her sister.
    Breena dropped the suitcase in Norma’s room at the top of the stairs then raced over to Jenny’s.
    Jenny sat on the edge of the bed, her gaze fixed on the floor.
    “We need to go downstairs now.” Breena hated each word she’d just said, but she knew the longer they stayed up here, the angrier Evil One would get.
    Jenny shook her head. “I don’t wanna, Bea.”
    “I know, sweet girl. But I promise I won’t let them hurt you.” Breena sat next to her sister and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. “You trust me, right?”
    Jenny nodded.
    “Good.” Breena stood up and offered