Murder in the Mix Boxed Set 28-30: Cozy Mystery Addison Moore (the reading strategies book .txt) 📖

or hex as it were, went something like this: you will rue the day you trampled on the hearts of Cormack and Cressida. Everything you love, everything you desire, everything you hope for and dream of, will turn to ashes and soot. May nothing go your way. May the shadow replace the sun. May the winds of fortune hide their face from you. May darkness descend on you this hour, and may it never leave until you surrender all that you stole from my sisters—my being hers.

Other than that, she’s a lovely young lady.

“Oh!” Lainey waves her over. “Here she is! You’re going to love her, Lottie. Serena taught my birthing classes, too.”

Serena heads this way and a malevolent smile crests on her lips.

Serena is beautiful, light green eyes, long glossy hair the color of a raven’s wing. She’s clad in black with the requisite yoga pants and a long-sleeved top that matches. There’s a silver whistle dangling from a chain around her neck, giving off that psychotic gym teacher vibe I’m sure she’s going for—because I’m betting it just so happens to be true on some level.

I know for a fact that Serena is transmundane. A beguiler to be exact. She all but confessed it to me last December. It wasn’t until I observed Serena and Suze in that weird witchy coven of theirs that I realized Suze herself might have some otherworldly powers.

“Well, well.” Serena looks from me to Noah. “If it isn’t Lottie Lemon. Where’s the rest of your reverse harem?”

Lainey leans her way. “Everett was arrested. But I’m sure he’ll be out on bail soon enough.”

“It could take up to a week,” I say, dejected. “But nevertheless, he’ll be here.”

“Oh, that’s right.” Serena shoots those pale green eyes to Noah once again. “I read in the paper about that missing body turning up in your yard. Let me guess. Everett wanted to pin the deed on you in an effort to get you out of her life for good?” A short-lived laugh pumps through her. “He should have just paid me a visit. I certainly could have helped him out with that,” she deadpans as she looks right at me. “All right, everyone, take your places!” she shouts as she all but shoos Noah and me away.

I shrug up at Noah. “How do you like that? She just coolly threatened to end your life in a roundabout way.” A thought comes to me. “Why don’t you go over and find a spot for us,” I say, spinning him toward the crowd. “I’ll be right there.” He takes off, and I head for the wicked witch herself. “Serena”—I pull her to the side and she quickly plucks her wrist out of my grasp—“you have to tell me if Suze Fox is one of us. If she’s transmundane, a beguiler no less, I have every right to know.”

Her lips cinch tightly. “If Suze is one of us, don’t you think it’s her right to tell you herself?”

“And if she doesn’t?”

“Then you’ll have to wait to see if that little whippet you’re knitting in your belly will be capable of anything outside the natural realm. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a class to run.”

Noah and I find an empty mat up front and he helps me down to the floor.

“This was a stupid idea,” I say as I look around at the rest of the class, about a dozen other couples. Each rubber mat is set in a half circle around the bed with plenty of space for Serena and Lainey to sit in front of us on their own mats. The difference being, they won’t need a muscular partner to help them off the floor. “It’s going to take a crane to get me on my feet again.” My legs stretch out before me, and I marvel at the fact I can actually see my shoes. “Hey, speaking of which, I can see my feet!” I give each one a wiggle only to moan once I spot a rather egregious error on my part. “Noah”—his name comes from me in a whine—“why didn’t you tell me I had two different shoes on?”

His head inches forward to get a better look at the evidence I’m toting.

“I didn’t notice. Besides, it’s not a big deal. They’re both brown.”

I scoff as I do my best to get a better look at him. “Are you color blind? The one on my left foot is navy flat and the one on my right foot is a plum-colored wedge. I thought my alignment felt off. Are there any other medical conditions that run in your family I should know about before this baby gets here?”

“My parents are both mildly insane.” His dimples flex, but we both know he’s serious.

I nod up at him. “I’ve met them. And I won’t lie, your genetics frighten me most. We still need to get your mother to tell us if she’s transmundane. Noah, your mother could very well be a beguiler. And if this baby is yours, who knows what he or she will be capable of?”

He closes his eyes a moment. “Trust me, with my family’s genetics on board, having supernatural abilities will be the least of its worries.”

“Hear, hear.”

“Besides”—he gives my shoulders a quick rub—“Everett’s got his own worrisome quirks.”

“Oh? Like what?” I don’t even bother to hide the amused smile budding on my lips.

“The guy used to sleepwalk as a kid. He’d hit the fridge at all hours of the night and spill milk all over the counter. Eliza hated it. She even took him to see a shrink to see if they could fix him. But they didn’t. He was still at it when Alex and I moved in. He’d do all kinds of nutty things. He used to turn on the shower at three in the morning and then head back to bed. If this kid is Everett’s, it could really do a number on your water bill.”

A laugh bubbles from