Chasing the Witch (Boston Witches) Read Free

weekend after you get off. I love you.”
    “Love you too, sweetie, bye.” Jilly snagged the soup out of the microwave and gulped it down while standing over the sink. After cleaning up her mess, she climbed the stairs to her room. Walking into the bathroom, she tied her hair up in a knot and turned on the tub. She undressed and took a book from her nightstand and hopped in the tub for a nice long soak.
     

 
    William looked at the clock as he headed out the door. It was 6:45 and the air was cold on his skin. He tightened his scarf, pulled up his collar and started into the night. Within thirty minutes, he was walking through the gates of the cemetery. Fog rolled along the ground, giving the place an eerie white glow. With quick steps, he headed straight back to the tombs. Leaves crunched under his feet as he walked. Stopping in front of the last one, he got the metal folding chair he kept behind the bush next to it and sat down.
    “You haven’t come for a while,” a voice said from the darkness.
    “I know. I apologize. I’ve been busy and I couldn’t get away.”
    The voice laughed, a dry bitter sound in the silence of the night. “When will you release me from this prison?”
    “I don’t know that I can, Patrick. How do I know that you’re any less dangerous than you were before?”
    “Don’t you trust me, William?”
    William was silent for a while. He couldn’t think of anything to say to his brother. He wanted to tell him about Jilly; but he never did. He figured it would be like rubbing salt in Patrick’s wounds. Wanting the closeness they had once shared but knowing it wouldn’t happen caused a knot to form in the pit of his stomach.
    “That’s it, then isn’t it? You don’t trust that I can behave. How can I prove that I’ve changed if you won’t let me out?”
    “It’s more complicated than that, Patrick. There are other factors in play that you would affect.” He was angry now. “Why did you not tell me about Mary, Patrick?” He heard a sharp intake of breath from inside.
    “Mary? How dare you speak her name to me! It was you and your precious Liza who kept me from her to begin with. Why should I have told you anything?”
    “I’ve seen her, Patrick, and she’s more like you than she ever was, before. The years have turned her bitter.”
    Patrick hissed in the darkness, seething with anger. “What gives you the right to deprive me of my match? Where is she?”
    “She’s contained somewhere, like you. She won’t be getting out, either. So even if I let you out eventually, you’ll never get to her. The two of you together would cause too much destruction for this earth and I will not have it.” He pushed his chair back. “I shouldn’t have come,” he said sadly. “I had just hoped that maybe you could be saved, but I see now that I was wrong.” He picked up his chair and walked back through the cemetery. He could still hear Patrick screaming in rage half a mile away.
     

     
    Jilly woke up feeling refreshed. She had gone to bed early and was definitely feeling peppy. She got ready quickly and sailed down the stairs into the kitchen. She found Caroline sitting at the table drinking coffee and reading the paper. She looked up when Jilly walked in.
    “Why are you so chipper this morning?” Caroline asked, when she heard her sister humming.
    “I just got a really good night’s sleep for the first time in weeks. I had forgotten what it was like to feel rested,” she said with a laugh. She grabbed some coffee and a bagel and joined her sister at the table. She grabbed a section of the paper and read while she ate her breakfast.
    “Are you going into work today?” Caroline asked.
    “Yeah, I work until eleven; I’ve been taking some of Em’s clients while she’s out.”
    “I noticed she split them up between you and Shelly. I’ll be in around ten. I have to pick up a new suitcase for my trip. I’m leaving Sunday night and I’ll hopefully be home by Friday, at the