Enchanting the Alpha (Hex My Heart, #4) Read Free

connected to the equally large shelves. All alone on a Saturday night playing maid to all the conjuring for her coven sisters’ mischievous deeds stirred an idea.
    Wheels squeaked and clattered as she pushed to the different areas to stow away the magickal ingredients. With a familiar ease, she slipped the various bottles into their places, each with a soft clink against the wood.
    Similar to the system of a library she and Ember, her coven sister, kept everything organized according to their strengths and purposes. Lavender and crushed rose quartz—very hard to come by—dried marigold petals and, of course, Fea tears had its own area obviously.
    She glanced down at the one remaining bottle in her hand. Recently burned wood ash grounded her to the present when casting certain spells. With this and a couple more ingredients...
    Harmony swung the ladder back to the dried marigold leaves and snagged a couple of purple candles on the way down. Careful not to spill any of the ingredients, she spread her bounty in a circle on the floor before the good sense her mama taught her kicked her back in line.
    Next, she plucked a cast iron cauldron from the shelf and sat it center stage among her makeshift altar. With a jerk she pulled over a recent shipment from her grandmother’s greenhouse down south and thumbed through the small packets until she found the fresh buttercup petals. Blood rushed in her ears, but she didn’t dare stop now. Armed with a small arsenal, she assembled her ingredients according to their use in a semi-circle around the cauldron.
    Finished, she stepped back to take in her work. Now, she only needed one more thing, fresh spring water. Light flurries fell like miniature fairy wings against her skylight.
    Right. Dead of winter...
    Hmm. She flicked the lock and dashed outside. Yellow domed puddles of light broke the endless veil of night down both sides of the street, but not a soul wandered the street in the dead of night. Not that any sane person would be out in the worst Nor‘easter that had hit their small Maine town in years.
    Harmony scooped a handful of freshly fallen snow and dashed back inside.
    Every witch needed a little help now and again. Being clairvoyant didn’t mean she was all knowing. Nor did it mean she could pick and choose what came to her.
    As a young witch, her aunt had taught her a few tricks to boost the signal into the ether. The lesson came complete with a red flag of caution against using the spell for greedy, untrue purposes.
    Of course.
    She scoffed, tossed the bundle of packed snow into the cauldron and ticked her now chilled finger against her lip. No mistaking the fact she saw blood. That meant a matter of life or death, right? Maybe her own. That signaled danger and if it could be prevented?
    No, she could better her argument. One by one she ticked off her reasons as she paced the small area behind the counter.
    True, there had been blood, and on the sheriff no less.
    This could mean the sheriff of Sweet Briar might be in trouble.
    An overwhelming feeling of dread and panic had rushed her during her vision, causing a fresh wave of goose bumps to flush across her arms.
    And it was her duty to make sure the fine law-keeper was safe. Right? Good citizen and all. Yeah, she could believe that and sell it as truth if it came down to it.
    Harmony palmed the purple candles and scribed Caden Roarke down one side, and on the other, an infinity symbol enclosed in a circle carefully closed at the seam. One misstep could have her traipsing into the future of anyone with a similar name. She didn’t need to adopt problems when she was creating enough of her own.
    The goddesses had deemed her family worthy of the gift in the old world and she carried on the tradition down the bloodline, as would every firstborn girl in her family and so on. She would tread lightly, but the haunted eyes of the sexy shifter demanded she push the boundaries.
    Palms on either side of the cauldron, Harmony