Magic and Mayhem: Melancholy Maine Magicks, #2
By Ciara Graves
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Melancholy, Maine. Home of the Moonfall sisters.
Norn Penn's on assignment. Where's he been sent? Only a place that makes him think he's been there before. Except he knows he hasn't. Not ever. Oh, his assignment? Well, Norn's a demon hunter.
Hedrina Moonfall's possessed by a demon. He's just waiting for her to die so he can completely take over. She's fought the good fight. Goddess knows she has, and yet, she's nearly obliged him more than once.
And then a stranger walks in. A man who wonders about the scars on her wrist. A man whom she can't get out of her mind. A man who doesn't even know her and yet somehow is managing to help her fight the demon.
What are the chances?
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Magic and Mayhem - Ciara Graves
Chapter 1
Norn
The headlights of my Silverado lit up the town sign as I drove past, then stopped on the two-lane blacktop road. Melancholy, Maine,
I muttered to the empty cab. Nice to meet you.
A sudden gust of wind blew dead leaves and tall bits of grass across the road, straight into my windshield. The branches of the trees creaked as they bobbed up and down with the wind. The lights by the sign flickered, and for a second, I thought someone stood in the middle of the road. Looked like a tall guy, but then the lights came back on, and the wind died as if it hadn’t just been blowing at all.
Exhaustion,
I tried to reassure myself, gripping the steering wheel tighter. Just exhaustion.
Of all the places for the hunters to send me, it had to be a tiny little town off the coast of Maine. Small towns weren’t usually my thing. Too quiet.
I shifted the truck back in Drive after sitting for a few seconds of waiting to see if the figure would reappear. Not like I was holding up traffic.
I continued down a winding road through thick trees until houses appeared. Most had a front porch light on, but there was no one on the sidewalks, and I was one of five cars on the road. As I checked my phone, attached to the dash, the GPS told me I was about two streets away from G’s Bed and Breakfast. I’d been driving for three days straight. I wasn’t sure how I made it here without crashing, to be honest. A quick glance at the floorboards on the passenger side revealed coffee and energy drinks were to thank for my arriving in one piece.
And it was probably the reason I hallucinated the weird wind and someone standing in the road. Almost as if he was waiting for me.
I rubbed hard at my eyes, willing myself to let it go. Meant nothing. Neither did the strange sensation that this wasn’t my first time here. None of the buildings looked familiar. This road, though, this place, the old trees surrounding it all and the rocky cliffs I knew weren’t too far away, it was like coming back to an old friend.
Now you’re losing it.
If the others knew I was having issues like this, they’d pull me from any active cases, no questions asked. Being in the field was the only thing keeping me from doing anything stupid, though I’m sure Douglas would argue with me on that point. Throwing myself in the path of demons was about as dangerous as my life could get.
I’d just finished a job in Missoula, Montana when I got the call that I was needed in Maine. No time to rest as was usual protocol. With the amount of activity being picked up by the demon monitoring system, courtesy of several witches, something big had gone down here. From what they told me, the demonic presence had lessened, but that didn’t mean it left. I was the only hunter available to make the trip, so to Melancholy I came.
I was used to long days and nights with no sleep. I was used to being so tired I thought I was going to keel over from exhaustion. Broken bones, bruises, busted lips, and a lot of damned burns, that’s what my life was. Had been for the last seven years. I’d been with the hunters longer than that, but I hadn’t been on my own until I was eighteen.
Now, that’s all I was. On my own. All the time.
Luckily, all my bruises from the last fight were easily concealed beneath my shirt. The two hits the bastard had landed on my face had faded enough no one should notice them.
The GPS dinged as I pulled up outside of a two-story house with gnome-decorated flowerbeds and lights on out front and inside the home. It was half-past ten, but Douglas, the guy who set up all travel arrangements for the hunters, assured me I was expected as a late check-in.
I turned the truck off and checked my reflection in the rearview mirror. There was scruff on my cheeks that was quickly turning into a black beard, matching the short-buzzed hair on my head. The bags under my eyes were something I was used to, as was the coldness in my eyes. It’d only been six months since I lost Patrick. With every demon I killed, I hoped the pain from the loss of my older brother would lessen.
As I studied his jacket—passed down to me—I doubted I’d ever actually get over witnessing Patrick being torn apart. An echo of his screams surfaced in my head. I shut my eyes and cursed loudly, forcing them down into the darkness. I blew out a shaky breath and opened my eyes. The worn brown leather jacket was slung over the passenger seat. I grabbed it, then reached around for the black traveling bag in the back.
Let’s get this over with then you can go home,
I told myself sternly.
Home. Right.
The reality hit me once again that the warehouse setup that had my home sweet home for years no longer felt like that. No matter how many people were around, it was empty for me. Who was I kidding? As soon as this job ended, I’d be begging Douglas to find me another one so I could stay far away as possible. Everyone there had something to say about Patrick and how eventually time would heal all wounds. Killing more demons would make me feel better and it was why I chose to be on the road constantly since he’d died.
I slammed the truck door and stretched my arms over my head.
I did my best to walk without a limp as I made for the front walk. As I reached for the doorknob, one of the brightly dressed gnomes caught my eye, and I did a double-take. For the first time in a week, I smiled and shook my head. I might like it here, after all. The gnome in question was mooning anyone who approached the front door. I did a quick survey of the others and found them all to be doing inappropriate things.
Shaking my head and chuckling, I opened the door. It swung inward effortlessly, and I was greeted by a cozy entryway with a large desk perched in the center of the area. A double doorway opened to the right, leading to a dining room, and another on the left showed a comfortable sitting area with a dying fire in the hearth. A wide set of wooden stairs to the side of the entranceway awaited those going upward.
Wincing as I set my bag on the floor, I glanced around, wondering where I should go. There was a bell on the front desk, and after a minute of standing awkwardly, I tapped it. The high-pitched ding rang throughout the house, and a woman’s voice came from beyond the dining room.
Be right there!
I took the time to take in the lodge-style décor intermixed with photographs which covered the walls. If I had to guess, I’d say they were of guests who’d stayed here over the years. Their smiling faces looked back at me. The amusement I had from the gnomes disappeared as I flashed back to a wall filled with pictures, those of my extended family. There’d never be a new picture of Patrick doing something stupid. Never another picture of him, period. I was clenching my jaw hard enough to hurt by the time a short woman with white hair bustled out of the dining room, a yellow apron covered in sunflowers tied at her waist. She smiled at me as she walked behind the desk and checked the spiral notebook.
Sorry about that, just prepping for breakfast,
she said in that same cheery voice. Now then, you must be Mr. Penn?
Norn is fine,
I assured her with as much of a smile as I could muster.
Well then, Norn, a pleasure to meet you. I’m Glinda.
She held out her hand, and gingerly I shook it. She gave me an odd glance as she let go. What brings you to Melancholy? Not exactly the best time of year for a vacation. Not in these parts. Unless, of course, you enjoy freezing your rear off.
I cleared my throat roughly and fought back the urge to cringe when it jarred my bruised ribs. Business trip, I’m afraid.
Business, yes. You look a bit young to be on a business trip.
Family business, been in it since I was sixteen,
I said, using the practiced line. I have a card if you’d like to see it. We’re in real estate and what-not.
She waved away my words with a smile. No need, though I didn’t know we had any properties for sale.
Damn. Douglas was usually better at checking for me. Just a bit outside of here.
Oh, well then, I hope while you’re here, you at least get to enjoy our charming, little town. Take in the sights. Melancholy can be quite a magical place.
She smiled wider.
I frowned. Magical?
Hmm?
Nothing.
From the intel the hunters gave me, this town was home to an old line of witches. There were only three remaining. Sisters. They ran a store of some sort. I hadn’t been sure if the townspeople were aware of their heritage, but from what Glinda just said, it was safe to assume their secret was not necessarily a secret.
I wasn’t here to see the witches, however. My job was to track down this rumored demon appearance and deal with it accordingly. I would only involve the witches if need be. They would probably just get in the way. Not many white magic witches were equipped to handle such evil beings as demons.
Glinda handed me an ornate brass key and pointed to the stairs behind her. Your room is on the second floor. Best view in the house,
she assured me, as if that was one of my worries. Breakfast is from seven to ten, and I do usually have lunch lying around if you’re here. There are a few good places to eat in town. Especially the Lighthouse Café.
Thanks.
I bent down and grabbed my bag. And thank you for getting me settled this late.
Oh, no trouble at all. I’m usually up late. Have a good night.
I trudged up the stairs, each one creaking loudly under my weight. I glanced over my shoulder to find Glinda was already heading back to the kitchen. I found my room, the number four matching the number hanging from the skeleton key, and unlocked the door. Everything was various patterns of plaid. The rugs, the bedding, the curtains. A large painting of a bear overlooked the timber-style bed. The rest of the furniture was the same. I dumped my bag on the floor, kicked out of my brown boots, and fell onto the bed with a grunt. I should get to work, check over my notes again, but the last three days of driving caught up with me, and I passed out in seconds.
What felt like maybe minutes later, I shot upright in bed and barely suppressed my terrified shout. My hands fisted in the comforter as my heart beat against my chest, and sweat dripped down my forehead. I counted, waiting for my eyes to adjust to the darkness of the room. I was alone. There was no demon here. It was just me.
By the time I reached fifty-two, my fingers uncurled from the comforter, and I swung my legs over the edge of the bed. I’d hoped with as tired as I’d been, there’d be no nightmares. Couldn’t get that lucky.
I rubbed a hand down my face then padded to the bathroom to splash water on my face. As I dabbed away the cold drops, flashes of the nightmare came back to me.
I chucked the towel against the wall and raised my fist to bash it into the wall. I stopped at the last second and forced my arm back to my side. Glinda seemed like a nice woman. Destroying her home wasn’t something I planned on doing. I swallowed hard, and when I returned to the bedroom, I flipped on the bedside lamp. Going back to sleep wasn’t going to happen. I tugged out my tablet and turned it on. Once I was logged in, I pulled up the information Douglas had put together for me three days ago.
Barely five minutes later, my phone rang. What are you doing up?
I asked Douglas as I answered.
I could ask you the same thing. Half-past three in the morning.
Yeah, I know.
And you’re logged into the system.
Not tired, I guess,
I lied as I skimmed through the news reports from Melancholy over the last week. There wasn’t much to go on, but there were hints that something paranormal had taken place here. The town, it seemed, had done a great job of covering it up, which wasn’t surprising if they knew about their local witch neighbors. Probably wanted to keep anything magical out of the papers. The question was whether the demon was finished, or if it even was a demon.
You know that line’s getting old,
Douglas commented. Might want to try a different one soon.
Or what?
Or you’re going to be dragged back home and put on desk duty,
he warned. You had the nightmare again, didn’t you.
It wasn’t a question, so I said nothing. I reread the same sentence three times then finally tossed the tablet to the foot of the bed, grunting in annoyance at Douglas for sticking his nose where it didn’t belong.
Just come home,
he said quietly. I can send someone else.
No. I’m fine, alright? I’m not a kid.
No one said you were, but you shouldn’t be doing this, and you sure as hell shouldn’t be doing it alone. It’s too soon. I knew it was too soon the first time you left the warehouse after it happened.
I said I’m fine,
I snapped through gritted teeth.
You want to run me through how your last job went down?
he challenged.
The demon’s dead, isn’t he?
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