Spellbound Murder Complete Trilogy (Spellbound Murder Box Set Book 1) Read online

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  Oath Bound

  Grim Magic

  Fallen Witch

  About the Author

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  Printed in the United States of America

  Copyright © 2018 Amanda Booloodian

  Published by: Walton INK

  ISBN-13: 978-1-947382-97-8

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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  Table of Contents: Oath Bound

  Dedication

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Acknowledgements

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  Chapter 1

  The Harker name had earned a wary regard from the Supernatural Community long before Bram Stoker ever wrote his book. Rumors of deals with demons and unbridled power faded as the family became less involved in worldly affairs. The name became nothing other than a legend fallen from time. At least until Emmit Harker showed up in the city and people in the Community started dying.

  Mira caught sight of Emmit several times during the conclave of supernatural groups. His presence had caused a stir at less formal events, but she hadn’t expected to find him in her shop.

  She drummed her fingers on the counter, unsure of whether to approach Emmit or treat him like any other customer.

  “Miss Owens, may I have a word?”

  Internally, she cringed. “Mr. Benton, I didn’t notice you come in.” She mentally berated herself for not seeing him right away. Usually, she made an effort to meet him as close to the door as possible to discourage him from staying any longer. “How can I help you?”

  “I’m stopping by to leave that proposal I mentioned.” He dropped a folder onto the counter.

  “Oh.” Several phrases passed through her head starting with, I told you I’m not leaving, which somehow expanded to, you can’t force me out of here, you little bastard. She settled on, “That wasn’t necessary. My partner and I are very happy with this location.”

  “Huh,” he scoffed. “Well, my lawyers have already drafted it, so it wouldn’t hurt to take a look.”

  Mira tried to tell herself that she wasn’t going to be intimidated by an implied threat of lawyers. “I’ll take a look when I get the chance.” Brian Benton had been trying to force her out of her shop since the day after his father’s funeral, but her lease was still standing its ground against any legal action. “Can I get you a cup of tea or coffee?”

  It crossed her mind that if he drank something, she might be able to spell him to the point that this whole mess would go away. It was an ugly thought and one that no witch should ever have. Still, the idea lingered. For some reason that made her look toward Emmit. One of her employees, Ana, was speaking with him.

  “No, thank you.” Brian Benton responded in answer to Mira’s offer. “I’ll stop back in a few days to see what you think of the proposal.” He didn’t bother waiting for a response.

  Flipping open the file folder, Mira glanced through a couple of pages. It was written in legalese, a foreign language far from the scope of her normal one. Luckily, Della Yates, her best friend, happened to work for the attorney general and spoke the language well.

  Looking around the shop, she saw that Emmit was watching Brian leave the store. There was no way Emmit could know what was going on, but he glared at the back of the man until Brian was out of sight.

  When Emmit turned away, he noticed Mira. The harsh look he had given Brian was gone. His gaze wasn’t exactly friendly, but his face had softened, and for the first time since Mira had seen him, she realized he didn’t seem intimidating. Why were people whispering his name in dark corners, as though afraid of what might happen if they were overheard?

  Emmit turned his attention back to the wall of ingredients that could be mixed together to make unique flavors of tea. Was he looking for something to drink or spell ingredients? The best thing about running the Essence of Tea was the fact that she had an ample supply of materials for witches throughout the city. She’d even started to supply witches living further away through online sales.

  Tearing her eyes away from Emmit, she flipped through the folder again. The sight of it only made her stomach queasy, so she shoved the documents under the counter and out of sight. She helped a few customers, those coming in for coffee before the lunch rush. Once they left the store, she found herself face-to-face with Emmit.

  “Mr. Harker,” Mira said, smiling broadly, “did you find everything okay?” Her face began to turn red when she realized that she had never been introduced to Emmit, and he probably had no idea who she was.

  “Your assistant over there,” he gestured to Ana, who was working with another customer, “gave me a wonderful introduction to your tea. You would be Miss Owens, correct?”

  It was the first time Mira had heard his voice. She knew he was British, but she had had no idea his smooth voice would make her toes curl. “Yes, but you can call me Mira.”

  “And you must call me Emmit,” he said.

  “It’s nice to meet you, Emmit.” Mira felt like she was grinning like an idiot, so she tried to dial it back. “What brings you into the shop today?”

  Standing this close to him, she realized his voice wasn't the only thing that was seductive. He was tall and handsome, but his eyes were what lured her in. They were a beautiful shade of green, and he wasn’t looking at her or through her. Instead, he was looking into her, with all his focus.

  “Tyler insisted that I stop by your store should I ever find myself in the vicinity,” Emmit said.

  “That was nice of him.” Mira struggled with what to say. Tyler had never mentioned that he knew Emmit. She now had a million questions for her friend. “Um, have you and Tyler known each other long?”

  “We met shortly after I came to town. He speaks very highly of your work away from the store.”

  The words broke Mira’s thoughts away from her amorous attraction to Emmit. Tyler and Mira regularly spent hours working on spells together. It wasn’t like Tyler to talk about witchcraft outside of witches, friends, or family members. It made Mira uneasy to know tha
t he’d been discussing her work with Emmit.

  Too late, Mira realized that she had been quiet for too long.

  “Will I be seeing you tonight at the conclave?” Emmit asked.

  “What? I mean… I didn’t know there was a meeting tonight.”

  “I only heard word of it moments before entering your shop. It appears to be a last-minute decision.”

  How did someone that was practically a stranger to town know before she did? “That’s strange. Thank you for letting me know, though.”

  “I take it they don’t often call an assembly together on such short notice.”

  “No,” Mira said. She tried to puzzle together a reason they would call a meeting with no notice. The only thing she could think of was that someone must have been discovered. Maybe a werewolf in the park or a warlock conjuring something? “We usually have a few days’ notice at least.”

  “Will I see you there?” Emmit asked.

  “Yeah, I’ll be there.” There wasn’t much that would keep Mira away. What could have happened?

  “I’m glad to hear that. I look forward to the opportunity to chat with you outside of your work.”

  “That’ll be nice.” Thoughts about the last-minute gathering filled her mind.

  “It was nice meeting you,” Emmit said.

  “You too,” Mira said.

  It wasn’t until after Emmit had disappeared into the street that Mira thought about what he had said. He wanted to talk to her outside of work? Was he making polite chitchat, or did he mean something else?

  Mira shook the thought out of her head and tried to stop thinking about Emmit’s voice. What little she had heard about him was that he was formal and polite, which is exactly what she had seen.

  Emmit had somehow created an invisible barrier around them as they spoke. Now that he was gone, customers from the back of Ana’s line moved to Mira’s register, and Mira lost herself in her work. A few hours later, the store was mostly empty again, and she joined Ana.

  “They tore through the coffee,” Ana said as she wiped down the machine.

  Mira had learned early on that people loved the shop, but outside the supernatural community, the coffee was what brought customers in. “It was a long rush,” Mira said. “Before we got busy, I was talking with someone—”

  “The British guy. I noticed,” Ana said. “I’d kill to listen to that voice longer. I tried to talk with him, but he seemed distracted.”

  “Did he buy anything?”

  “Tea. One of the premade blends. Speaking of distractions…” Ana caught sight of their newest customers.

  Mira rolled her eyes, not that Ana would notice, and looked at the newcomers.

  Wow. Distraction was the right word. Mira thought Emmit was handsome, but hot was the only way to describe the two newcomers. They weren’t overly muscled, but the way their clothes clung to all the right places confirmed time spent in the gym. One brunette, the other blond, and both were looking around her shop with interest.

  “I’ve got this, boss,” Ana said, not tearing her eyes off the men.

  Seeing her employee ogling the two made Mira realize she was doing the same. She shook her head and brought her thoughts back to the real world. Ana could handle their customers, since Mira needed to make some calls.

  When Mira grabbed her cell phone, it vibrated for a moment, letting her know she had missed messages. She ignored the call from her mother and went straight for the texts. Sure enough, her sister Robin started with, Dad said he couldn’t reach you…. Della and Tyler wrote as well, but Robin tended to get bent out of shape if Mira didn’t answer her texts first.

  Mira might have been a better spell caster than her older sister was, but Robin tended to have oddball talents that you didn’t often see in witches. Most people wouldn’t think that knowing someone had put off reading your texts would be a part of witchcraft. A quirk of Robin’s power was that she knew every time Mira avoided her messages. Being a coven witch, Robin was all about family and coven first, which meant she took the avoidance personally.

  The conclave has been called for tonight. No one knows why, do you? I’m coming into the city with Dad. Call me.

  Mira looked at the almost empty store and contemplated calling back, but she saw that Ana was gesturing at her as she spoke with the men who had entered. Knowing that Ana was going to need her for something, Mira let Robin know that she couldn’t call and that she’d see Robin at the meeting.

  Before she could get interrupted, Mira checked the texts from Della and Tyler. Neither said why the community was gathering, but they at least let her know where the meeting would take place.

  “Mira,” Ana said, keeping an eye on the customers as she approached her boss. Ana didn’t look as happy about their presence as she had earlier. “There are two detectives that would like to speak with you.”

  Frowning, Mira shoved the cell phone into her pocket. “Did they say why?”

  “Only that they wanted to ask you a few questions.”

  Mira’s stomach clenched. “Can you get us some coffee?”

  “Coming right up,” Ana said.

  The two men didn’t look familiar, but Mira could guess why they were there. She stood a little straighter and marched over to the two, ready to get this over with.

  “Can I help you?” Mira asked.

  “Are you Miss Owens?” The brunette asked.

  “I am,” Mira said.

  “I’m Detective Burke and this,” he said, indicating the blond man, “is Detective Flint. We would like to ask you a few questions.”

  “Is this about Sally?” It was abrupt, but if it was about Sally, Mira wanted it over with. It had been a month and although the loss of Sally was still raw, the gaping hole her absence had created was starting to heal. Mira knew that more questions would threaten to rip everything back out into the open.

  Chapter 2

  “We have a few questions relating to Miss Hayes, if you have the time,” Detective Burke said.

  “Of course,” Mira said.

  Ana appeared with a tray. “Mira, here’s your tea, and I wasn’t sure what you’d like,” she added, turning to the detectives, “but this is black coffee. We also have a station over there if you’d like to add cream or sugar.”

  “Join me at the table in the corner when you’re ready,” Mira said before either of them could protest.

  Sitting at one of the few tables in the store, Mira watched the detectives while she made sure she was mentally prepared for questions about Sally. There had been many interviews over the past few weeks, and very few details released about what happened beyond the fact that Sally had been stabbed three times and her body was found in the park.

  A month later, and they still didn’t have the killer in custody.

  It wasn’t until Detective Burke moved toward the table that Mira realized he looked familiar. Had she met him earlier on the case? It was unlikely she would forget anyone that looked like Detective Burke, but Mira didn’t remember a lot about the few days following Sally’s death.

  She gripped her cup as the detectives sat down at the table. “How can I help?”

  “First, we wanted to say that we’re sorry for your loss,” Detective Burke said. “You were close to Sally, correct?”

  “She was one of my best friends,” Mira said, frowning. Were they going to ask the exact same questions all over again?

  “How long had you been friends with her?” Detective Burke asked.

  “Since high school, but you all know this already.” She hadn’t meant to say it out loud, but she was glad she had.

  Detective Burke nodded, but it was Detective Flint that replied. “We needed to confirm a few things.”

  Mira tried not to look dejected. Could asking the same old questions bring about anything new?

  “What can you tell us about her relationship with Martin West?” Detective Burke asked.

  “Not a lot, really,” Mira said. “She was happy with him. They’d been seeing ea
ch other for around five months.”

  “And they were living with each other?” Detective Burke asked.

  “Yes.” Her eyes narrowed as she mentally dared him to turn that into something negative about Sally.

  “Did Sally and Martin appear to have any trouble once they moved in together?” Detective Flint asked.

  Mira move her attention to Detective Flint, trying to relax. “No.”

  “You sound very confident about that,” Detective Flint said.

  “I am.” Mira’s thoughts turned inward as she thought of her friend. Sally was… had been… happy with Martin, Mira was certain about that.

  “You’re positive she would have told you if something was wrong between them?” Detective Flint asked.

  A sad smile turned up as she remembered Sally’s past experiences with dating. “Sally would have told Della and me. When she wasn’t getting along with someone she was pretty vocal about it.”

  “Would Martin have known that?” Detective Flint asked.

  Mira sniffed and tried to drag her thoughts back to the present. “I have no idea.”

  “We understand that Sally kept a routine appointment one evening each month or so,” Detective Burke said. “What do you know about those appointments?”

  “Was it for work maybe?” After Mira said the words, she connected the dots. The supernatural community in the city held a conclave once a month. With so many supernaturals living so closely together, it was the best way to settle disputes while staying hidden among the humans. “Did Martin tell you about the appointments?” Martin hadn’t been a part of the community, so there was no way Sally would have told him.

  “It’s been mentioned during the course of our investigations,” Detective Burke said. “Did Sally have any religious affiliations?”

  Okay, that was a new one. “Are you asking if she attended church?” Mira didn’t really care what the question was as long as it moved away from discussion about the conclave. “I think she went with her parents a few times a year, but I wouldn’t call her religious.”