Dimitri “What do you think?” Daniel asked. “I love it,” I admitted wistfully. He’d found the perfect space. The storefront was in the right neighborhood. I’d have a lavatory and workshop on the second floor. And I’d move in to live on the top floor. Except there was no way this was in my budget. …
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Pocket Watch Witches Ep. 32
Jim The stage lights focused on an empty space in the center. A woman appeared, and the crowd applauded. I didn’t see a pocket watch in her hand, and she didn’t have a quelling band on her wrist. She’d used wild magic. I didn’t know if she’d concealed her arrival on stage or if she’d…
Pocket Watch Witches Ep. 31
Dimitri I saw Jim leaving as I approached Daniel’s warehouse. It didn’t worry me exactly, but I’d hoped to have him there. He put me at ease. I could do this without him, though. If I planned to continue doing business with Daniel, I couldn’t count on Jim being around every time. So, I walked…
Pocket Watch Witches Ep. 30
Jim Daniel dismissed Patrick, but not me. He pulled a view disk from his desk drawer. Without a word, he opened his pocket watch and rested the disk over the existing glass. The disk glowed and then projected an image. A translucent version of Aubrey waited at a door. A slit opened at eye level.…
Pocket Watch Witches Ep. 29
Dimitri Jim’s eyes widened as if he’d seen something amazing. “Did it work?” I asked. “Not how I’d expected,” he answered. “What do you mean?” I asked. “I still can’t see you, but I can see your magic,” he said. “It’s like glowing sigils floating in the air forming your shape.” I deactivated the invisibility…
Pocket Watch Witches Ep. 28
Jim As soon as he woke up, Dimitri asked me about testing my idea of seeing through his invisibility spell. I convinced him to eat breakfast first. He pretended to pout until he smelled the Caerulech toast in the skillet. His adorable smile broke through as he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. I stepped…
Pocket Watch Witches Ep. 27
Dimitri Jim took me to a Canian music lounge. The host seated us at a glossy, black table larger than we needed, especially since I sat as close to Jim as acceptable in public. I’d never imagined Jim in a place like this. They’d decorated the club all in black, white, and grey. The club…