Cursed In Love (The Adams' Witch Book 2) Read Free

anything with. I’d even told her she could re-decorate my bedroom—the same one I’d stayed in when I visited “Aunt Rose” before everything went to shit.
    She hadn’t touched my room though. In fact, she didn’t go upstairs at all. She slept on the couch in the front room most nights. I could understand if she didn’t want to take over Aunt Rose’s bedroom, but there were plenty of others to choose from.
    We’d hardly spoken about the night Rose died. She’d never believe the truth—that some weird witch bitch used Aunt Rose’s body as a host to fulfill a four-hundred year old curse. What she thought she knew was “Aunt Rose” went ballistic. That I saved her life. And that the townspeople were freaking nuts. I was pretty sure she was the only person in Adams sporting a can of mace.
    “Your mom still holding the house thing over your head?”
    “Yes. If I have to hear one more time that living here was what I wanted, I’m going to scream.”
    “If she only knew.”
    “Yeah. If she only knew.”
    I followed Jennie into the library and we took our usual places on the couch. The journals we’d been reading for weeks were open on the table in front of us right where we’d left them. We hadn’t learned anything useful from them yet. Nothing to do with the curse. Nothing to do with anyone involved in the curse. I’d torn the place apart for anything resembling a Mother Shipton grimoire hoping it would have an easy step-by-step spell reversal spell somewhere. No such luck.
    Jennie said that was odd considering magickal families had grimoires—a book of spells particular to a certain line of witches. Apparently there was more than one way to perform a curse and to reverse it, we had to figure out exactly how it was enacted.
    We hadn’t been reading for long when Jennie’s phone rang. She brought it out of her pocket, glanced at the screen, and sighed. “What the hell does he want?”
    “Who?” I asked.
    “My brother.”
    Run me over with a tractor. Was she serious? “You have a brother? When the hell were you going to tell me this?”
    She swiped the phone to answer it and looked at me with a sideways glance. “About the time he deigned to call me apparently.”
    I squinted at the girl who sat next to me on the couch. How could my friend—my only friend in Adams—not tell me about a sibling? And her parents, too. As many times as I’d seen them, they never mentioned a son. “This is un-freaking-believable.”
    “What do you want?” Jennie said into the phone, ignoring me. Seconds later, she laughed, and not in an “Oh, you’re so funny way”. Her lip curled in disgust. “Are you shitting me? You want me to meet you. You live in Salem, dumbass.” Her mouth opened for what was sure to be another witty remark, but then her face blanched. “You’re what?” She lowered the phone and stomped her feet into the carpet.
    “Not going well?” I whispered.
    I was enjoying this. It almost seemed right her brother was pissing her off considering she decided to not tell me of his existence before this.
    She shot me a look and brought the phone back to her ear. “Fine. I have a friend with me.” She nodded at something he said. “Yes, that friend. Meet you in fifteen.”
    She swiped the phone to hang up and grimaced. It took her a long time to stand as if she were regretting every movement that brought her closer to him. When she finally stood, she stared back down at me. “You ready?”
    “ We’re going to meet him?”
    She nodded.
    I clenched my teeth at the complete lack of forthcoming information. “What’s up with you two?”
    Jennie shook her head. When I sat back on the couch and crossed my arms, she sighed. “We’ve just…never gotten along. He lives in Salem right now. Going to college at Salem State.”
    “And we’re meeting him right now? Is that necessary?”
    She turned toward me, a serious expression gracing her face. “Hope you don’t mind. I could use the moral