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  WITCH I MAY, WITCH I MIGHT

  THE KILORIAN SISTERS: A WITCHES OF SHADOW LAKE MYSTERY BOOK 4

  K. J. EMRICK

  S. J. WELLS

  First published in Australia by South Coast Publishing, May 2018.

  Copyright K.J. Emrick (2012-18)

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  CONTENTS

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  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Epilogue

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  Acknowledgments

  About the Authors

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  PROLOGUE

  Being happy with your job was an important part of a man’s life. Herman Bledsoe was very aware of this fact. Painfully so. In fact, his father used to always say to him, “Find a job you’re good at, something you’re really passionate about, and then you’ll never work a day in your life.” Then he’d go on to tell Herman what a waste of space he was and how he would never amount to anything anyway, so why even bother trying?

  Herman had shown him. He’d grown up to be the constable in the small but growing New England town of Shadow Lake. He’d made something of himself in spite of his father’s best efforts to grind him into the dirt.

  Still, he couldn’t take any pleasure in that fact, because he was a man who was not happy with his job.

  It wasn’t that he wasn’t any good at being the constable here. He was actually quite good at the whole police officer thing, no matter what everyone said behind his back. Well, they were all just jealous. That’s all it was.

  Getting a can of beer from his refrigerator and popping the top on his way to the couch, Herman let the foam fizz out of the top and spill across the floor. Usually he was very careful not to let that happen but tonight he just didn’t care. This dump was just a one-bedroom apartment tacked onto the back of a duplex, but it was his home. He usually kept it immaculate. Today he was in a mood to make a mess.

  He took a swig of the beer, and then dropped himself onto the threadbare cushions of the couch. He pushed the magazines off the end table with one awkwardly large foot. That suited him just fine. He kicked the corner of the coffee table, sending it off center into the middle of the floor. Whatever. He didn’t care.

  A twinge of guilt passed through him as his mother’s voice echoed in his mind telling him that this was not how a man lived. A man was neat. A man was respectful of his surroundings. At all times a man kept his home perfect. If a woman were to walk in here, right now, and see what a mess you’d made of things then she would turn right around and walk out again…

  With a sigh, he told himself that he would clean it all up. Later. It didn’t mean that he cared what his mother thought of him. It just meant that he had standards.

  Very high standards actually, and he did care, and he knew how to enforce both the laws of the state and the ordinances of his town. Yes, and he was good at his job, no matter what people said. That wasn’t what had him feeling so unhappy today. He knew the truth.

  The reason why he was unhappy, he decided, was those infernal Kilorian sisters.

  His mother would wash his mouth out with soap if she heard him using words like ‘infernal,’ but he couldn’t help himself. They were infernal. Damnable, even. That was how he felt about it. About them.

  Can of beer in one hand, he counted the sisters on the fingers of the other.

  Kiera.

  Willow.

  Addie.

  Adair Kilorian—Addie, as she liked to be called—was definitely the worst of the three. Always poking her nose in where she didn’t need to. That cute, button nose of hers. Those freckles dotted across her cheeks. Eyes like emeralds. Hair that flashed like fire in the sun…

  He took another long sip from his beer and growled those thoughts away. “Annoying woman. That’s what she is. Annoying. Damnable. I hate her. That’s all. I hate her.” He took another drink. “I’m the constable. Me. Not the high and mighty Addie Kilorian.”

  Only, Addie and her sisters weren’t letting him be the constable. He wasn’t allowed to take a step without getting the okay from those women first. Everything he did had to be run past the Kilorians for their okay. They had more power than the board of selectmen who were supposed to be running Shadow Lake! How was a man supposed to do his job if he didn’t even know who was in charge?

  Issuing parking tickets on a Sunday? Nope, that idea had been vetoed by the Kilorian sisters. Enforcing dog leash laws? Nope, just a verbal warning, per the Kilorian sisters. Arrest the teenager stealing bread and fruit from the corner market? No, say the Kilorian sisters. She’s just hungry and scared and alone, and they’ll take care of her. Hmph. Since when did ‘taking care’ of a shoplifter mean buying her lunch and then giving her a lift up north to Birch Hollow? Thieves needed to be sent to jail, not dropped off at some home for wayward criminals.

  That last one was still a fresh insult. It had happened just like that two hours ago, with the Kilorians stepping in to coddle the little wretch who had been caught stealing. Herman had been ready to throw the book at the kid but no, not with the high and mighty Kilorian sisters around. That had been the last straw for him. He knew how to do his job. He was the constable. Him. Herman Bledsoe. He was the constable!

  What had that kid’s name been, anyway? Oh, right. Now he remembered. Hecate Moore. What kind of a name was Hecate? Heck-uh-tay. Stupid name. Stupid kid. Stupid Kilorian sisters.

  Herman got up abruptly from the couch. He drained what was left of bitter swill from his beer can, crushing it in his hand when it was empty. It took him a moment or two. Those bee
r cans were tough.

  He tossed it into the sink on his way to the bathroom. He would clean that up later, too.

  The mirror showed him his reflection. Tall and lanky, big eyes, unruly hair that was thin and getting thinner. His shirt hung off his sloping shoulders. Not a scrap of fat on that thin torso, no sir. He almost had a six pack from all those sit ups. He was able to do twelve at a time now. A personal best.

  He was an absolute stud. No wonder Addie Kilorian was always all over him. He knew that was the real reason why she kept insinuating herself into his work day after day. She wanted him. No doubt about it. When he wore his brown shirt and that shiny badge at work, he was irresistible. Sure, the shirt was loose on him. That was because he was wiry. Girls loved a wiry guy.

  Looking himself square in the eyes in the mirror, he made himself a promise. “I’ll make you understand how much of a man I am, Addie Kilorian. Next time we meet, you’ll see who I am. You just wait.” His reflection smiled at him. “She’ll see me, all right. She’ll see.”

  “Why wait?”

  Herman blinked when he heard that voice, his voice, talking back to him. Did he say that? His reflection blinked identical big eyes in return. Blink. Blink.

  “You heard me. Why wait?”

  Herman lifted a hand up to his lips. They weren’t moving. It was him speaking. At least, it was his voice, and there was no one else here. But his mouth was closed. How…?

  His reflection winked at him.

  Herman stepped back from the mirror, staring at himself. At his own reflection. He stepped closer, staring into his own eyes. He reached out to the glass.

  His reflection reached back.

  The hand of his mirror image came thrusting out through the glass, and his hand caught his own wrist. Cold fear gripped him from his toes up to the top of his head, freezing him in place, as the Herman Bledsoe in the mirror grinned at him with an evil leer.

  “What… what is going on here?”

  “You’re waking up,” the other him said. “That’s what’s happening here.”

  Helplessly, Herman watched as the hand holding his wrist began to actually melt into his flesh, absorbing through his body, his reflection slithering inside of him and filling him up until he was bursting at the seams.

  The reflection left the mirror and became part of him.

  Now Herman blinked his eyes. He held his hands up and wiggled his fingers. He was comfortable in his own skin in a way that he never had been before.

  In the mirror, he saw his reflection again, and frowned. That was the old him. The scarecrow that everyone laughed at. The man the Kilorian sisters could never respect.

  They would respect him now. New life coursed through him. It was a gift, and he didn’t know where it came from, but he drank it in. This was his now. He was going to enjoy it.

  “Belladonna Nightshade,” said his voice, inside his head. “You can thank Belladonna Nightshade for this gift. She’s a witch. She has power. Now that she’s shared some of that power with you she’ll be asking for a favor in return.”

  Herman thought about that. “What sort of favor?”

  “Does it matter?”

  He smiled at the empty mirror. “No. I’ll do whatever she needs me to do. I like this. I want to keep it.”

  “And you will, as long as you’re ready to repay her when she calls upon you.”

  “Sure thing. When will that be?”

  “When she’s ready. She’ll let you know. For now, you need to go back to work. You’re about to make the biggest arrest of your career.”

  Herman didn’t know what that meant, but it was fine by him. He took a deep breath in, and then another, filling his lungs and feeling a strange sort of power course through his veins.

  Yes. Oh, yes. His eyes gleamed with the very idea. Wait until Addie Kilorian got a good look at him now.

  CHAPTER 1

  F olding a fitted bedsheet was an act that defied even magic.

  That was what Addie Kilorian had decided after trying to fold hers three separate times and failing at each attempt. She was a witch, and she could command the forces of nature when she wanted to, but she could not make a fitted sheet fold square. What sort of demented soul had ever come up with this torture device in the first place?

  Finally, she bundled it up into something that was sort of a triangle with a tail and just dropped it into the laundry basket.

  “I have better things to do today,” she informed the troublesome sheet. “Now stay in there and think about what you’ve done.”

  A loud mrowl from inside the basket was followed by a black and white ball of fur clambering his way out and over the side. “Watch it, there!” the cat complained to her. “I’m not as sturdy as I look. You could’ve fair killed me just now!”

  Doyle was a master of drama. He always had been, and Addie couldn’t see him changing no matter how many of his nine lives he used up. She favored him with a smile and offered an apology anyway. “I’m so sorry,” she said. “Next time I’ll be sure to look and see if you’re using my nice, clean laundry as a cat bed.”

  “Too right,” he agreed, completely missing her sarcasm. “I suppose I’ll need to be lying down somewhere else, then.”

  Addie tried not to roll her eyes. Doyle was one of two cats in the Kilorian household. He was black and white all over, with three black feet and one black-tipped ear, and patches in his fur that tended to shift like a Rorschach inkblot test if you weren’t paying attention. He was sort of their unofficial familiar, descended from a long line of special cats going all the way back to the first feline to ever reach Ireland’s green shores.

  He liked to consider himself royalty. He was spoiled pretty well here at Stonecrest, the Kilorian sisters’ ancestral home, and even though he had pet beds of his own in three separate rooms of this sprawling stone estate house, he preferred to take his catnaps in places where he knew he wasn’t supposed to. Like the laundry basket. Or Addie’s bed.

  “Look, Doyle, I’m kind of busy right now. Why don’t you find Domovyk and go chase mice or something?”

  “Oh, sure,” he said, his Irish accent lilting across soft consonants and round vowels. “Always with the stereotype of cats and mice. Sure couldn’t’ve seen that one coming. Don’t you think I’ve better things to do with my time than chase after some filthy mice?”

  “Better things? You mean like your chess club?”

  “Ha, ha. That’s even funnier than your jab about me chasing mice. Please stop now, before you slay me with laughter.” He shook himself from nose to tail, and then narrowed his copper eyes to stare off at nothing. “Besides, Domovyk isn’t around. He’s off by himself more often than not, these days.”

  “Maybe he’s hunting mice,” she quipped.

  His whiskers twitched. “You know, the atmosphere in here’s gotten a bit thick for my tastes. I think I’ll be off to the kitchen to see if there’s a morsel of food about. At least I know I won’t be made fun of by the leftovers in the fridge”

  “Come on, Doyle, don’t be like that.” She finished folding the last of the things in her basket and set them aside on the table in the laundry room. “You know I’m only teasing.”

  He grumbled at her under his breath. “To think I used to be waited on by servants willing to do my every bidding, and now I’m supposed to be the family mouser.”

  Addie knew that tone. Maybe she had gone a little too far. Doyle did have his pride, after all, and he was an important member of the family. Bending down, she picked him up from the floor and held his big, fluffy cat self in her arms. “You know you mean more to us than all the mice in the world, Old Man.”

  “Well, I should think that’d be obvious.”

  He was still trying to act offended, but Addie could feel him purring. She was dressed in laundry day clothes suitable for a quiet Sunday at home, in an old pair of jeans and an oversized cable knit sweater, and the soft material was obviously to Doyle’s liking. She’d already been forgiven for anything she mi
ght have said. If she walked him to the kitchen herself and fixed him a small plate of cheese and leftover chicken, she’d be in his good graces for at least the rest of the day. Cats tended not to think further ahead than that.

  Leaving the basket of neatly folded clothes and one messily folded sheet where it was, she walked with him down the hallway, taking the left turn that would bring her from this part of Stonecrest to the Main Hall, and from there to the dining hall and the kitchen. Along the way she started humming an Irish lullaby, one that her mother used to sing to her and her sisters when she was younger. Ballyeamon Cradle Song, it was called.

  It was a precious memory for Addie. Her mother had passed away when she was eighteen, and she liked to remember the little things they did together. Her younger sister Willow had been almost fifteen when their parents had been both taken from them. It had been a hard thing for a couple of teenagers to accept. Her older sister Kiera, on the other hand, had already been well into her thirties. Their parents had started a family young and finished late.

  Addie smiled, humming the next verse. She was twenty-four now, and most of the sting of her parents’ death was gone. Kiera had become the head of the family, and as leader of their coven as well. The role had suited Kiera well. She’d always been an old soul.

  Well, not always.

  “Ah, sure and this is nice,” Doyle murmured, stretching in her arms as she continued to hum the lullaby. “Better than a warm basket of laundry…”

  Before she knew it, he was snoring peacefully in her arms.

  “Well, that’s just wonderful,” she muttered to herself. “Now I’m stuck carrying you around, I suppose.”

  She smiled as she said it, though. Doyle was so cute when he was asleep. He really was a good cat, and he’d been a big help to their family more than once. She supposed he was worth the trouble of carrying him around for a while. At least until she could find someplace to put him down.

 
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