Witches (Runes series Book 6)

By: Ednah Walters


The stench of stale sweat woke me from a deep slumber, and I jerked upright, fighting the gag reflex. The source of the stench was Beau Hardshaw’s sweatshirt on my pillow. Dang it! I’d fallen asleep on the job.

Naked jocks flashed in my head, images I was still trying to erase from my memory. Served me right for trying to steal something of Beau’s. But what was a witch supposed to do when a Mortal was in danger of destroying his life? Brave the worst place in Kayville High School—the boy’s locker room.

I picked up the sweatshirt with my thumb and forefinger like it was a rattlesnake, but that was all the contact I needed to get a vision. My room faded into darkness. Walls and cabinets appeared in its place, and then I was standing in the same room I’d visited earlier this evening—Beau Hardshaw’s kitchen. The scene played out like my worst nightmare.

Beau raised the gun, green eyes fierce and crazed like a cornered animal, and pointed it at his stepfather.

The lumberjack stumbled back, an empty beer box dropping from his hand. He only wore underwear—tighty-whities, hairy chest and large stomach hanging over stick legs. Not exactly what I wanted to see in a vision.

“What do you think you’re doing, boy?” Hardshaw senior snarled. “You’d better be prepared to pull that trigger because I’m gonna teach you a lesson when I come over there.”

Beau grimaced and shook his head. He either didn’t like being called a boy, or he objected to being taught a lesson by anyone. Beau was tall and buff with serious tats and a killer smile. It didn’t help that he was the co-captain of Kayville High baseball team, and a chick magnet with a reputation for girl hopping. Yep, Beau wore his douchebaggery on his sleeves and didn’t care who knew it. Even I had noticed him, Kayville High’s Number One Bad Boy, during my pre-Torin years.

“Get out or you’re a dead man,” Beau threatened.

“This is my home, boy, and she is my wife!” his stepfather bellowed.

“She’s my mother and tonight is the last time you touch her.” Beau angled the gun.

“Don’t, Beau!” a woman cried out. I followed the voice to the corner of the cabinets, where a woman crouched, cowering. From the way she held her arm it was probably injured.

“He’ll kill you if I don’t stop him, Mama,” Beau said in a shaky voice. He released the safety of the gun, the sound loud in the stillness of the moment.

“I’d never kill your mother, Beau,” his hulking stepfather said, his voice now whiny. He moved backward toward Beau’s mother. “I love her. Put the gun down, son.” Then he grabbed his wife by her hair and hauled her in front of him just as Beau pulled the trigger.



The sound of the gun wiped the vision, and I was back in my room. I jumped to my feet. At least that was my intention. I landed on the floor with enough noise to wake the dead. Lucky for me, Mom and my boyfriend, Torin, were out reaping souls. Dad was doing much better, but he was a deep sleeper these days, courtesy of some serious pain and sleep runes for his terminal cancer. Femi, his nurse, would understand once I explained.

As though my thoughts had conjured her, a portal appeared in my room and Femi peered at me. “You okay, doll?”

“Yes. Just a nightmare.” Go away now, I projected into her head.

“Okay. Goodnight.”

The portal closed behind her, and I wondered if I’d gotten inside her head or if she’d believed that I was actually okay. I didn’t like getting inside people’s heads and playing with their thoughts, but sometimes, it was necessary. Besides, I was new to these witchy powers. I improvised a lot.

I engaged my runes and started for the mirror. Before it responded to my runes and changed into a portal, I caught my reflection and grimaced. My hair was a mess and I still wore my pajamas—shorts and a tank top. The silk robe only came to my thighs. And I couldn’t remember where I put my slippers.

Oh well, I had more important things to worry about than my appearance. The seconds it took for the mirror to turn into a portal, I mentally went over what I knew about Beau’s life.

His stepfather was a bastard. If I hadn’t seen him treating Beau like a punching bag in my earlier vision, I would not have fallen asleep holding his dirty sweatshirt. I need to touch items belonging to people to get a vision. Being a Seeress has its perks, but when it involves a life-changing vision, it totally screws up my day.

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