With You In Spirit (The Bassinville Witches Series) Read Free

whereas Catherine was curvy and a little on the overweight side.
    “So, tell me about him? What does he look like? What does he do? Please tell me you didn’t let him go with asking to see him again?”
    “Whoa, mum, too many questions.” Catherine sat up again, out of her mum’s line of sight, as if to ignore her questions, but Mya simply moved forwards, looking eagerly towards her like a puppy waiting for a treat. “Alright…his name is Caden Rouquette, and I don’t know yet what he does for a living. He’s doing some family history research here; and…” she paused, wondering if she should mention Shawna’s involvement, and then decided not to. “And I offered to help him with it. He’s very tall, probably over six foot , dark hair…oh, you know, just gorgeous!” Unable to help herself, she let out a giggle, blushing at the memory of him. Her mum giggled excitedly with her, clapping her hands in joy.
    “Anyway mum, Shawna said she was coming over later to do some ‘casting with me, so…I should go inside and clear my room a bit.”
    “Uh-huh.” Her mother raised her eyebrow at her. “You just want to get out of my questioning. Go on then, go inside. I’ll see you in a bit, darling. I’m just dancing with this tree’s singing.”
    Catherine scrambled to her feet, and watched her mother skip off again, sighing. She knew why her mother didn’t think much of her spell-casting with anyone. It wasn’t as if she had ever achieved anything.
    Mya actually came from a long line of Wiccan witches; ones that had originated in Ireland. When they came over in the fifteenth century, a lot of them died through persecution, and the peaceful, nature-loving people were reviled as satanic monsters. The few that escaped had found their way to Louisiana, a centre already of voodoo and magick, and founded the small town of Bassinville. It had been hidden from human eyes back then, but in the last fifty years or so, anyone had been able to come through.
    Catherine and her mother’s family had been one of those first families, although many others came later, like Shawna's family. And all of them had been amazing casters-except Catherine. Every Wiccan needed to find that perfect ‘something’ that controlled their powers. And on top of that, they had to find their own balance with nature, and realise the element that most closely attuned with them.
    Shawna, for example, was an earthy kind of girl. She was strong, and forthright, and completely grounded. Shawna had also found quite by accident, that her ‘something’, her conduit, was in rocks. She had a whole collection of different stones in her house, that no-one else was permitted to touch.
    Mya, her mother, used trees-as if it wasn’t obvious. Mya seemed to have an innate ability to connect with them, talking to them as if they were long-lost friends. As a result, she always carried a small, three-inch wand made of ash wood with her, which seemed in perfect unison with her element, air.
    Catherine had tried everything, from mirrors, to wood, to stones-even trying cutlery at one point. But nothing had worked. And she had a feeling that it was to do with the fact that she couldn’t work out what element she was supposed to align with. She was flexible like water, gently breaking down a barrier, but she was also grounded and naturistic, like earth. She could be fiery and creative like fire, but also day-dreamy and carefree like air. That only left one element- ‘spirit’. But no-one had ever been aligned with that element as far as she knew , and no-one had any idea how it would even be possible if there was anyone . It wasn’t as if there was a physical form of ‘spirit’.
    Shaking the thought from her mind, she entered the house, the veranda floorboards creaking under her feet. She swung the screen door open, flapping the flies that protested as they were flung from the screen. At least it was cooler inside the house; her mother knew how Catherine was much