Karma's Shift (Magical Midlife in Mystic Hollow Book 2) by Lacey Andersen (top non fiction books of all time TXT) 📕

were and part of me hoped she knew why we were here as well. It would certainly make things easier if we didn’t have to catch her up on everything.

“Catrin?” I asked, needing to be sure before we launched any kind of attack at this woman. She looked unassuming, her mousy brown hair was pulled back in a French braid, and her eyes were framed with large, square rimmed glasses that had to be some kind of tortoise shell pattern. Behind the lenses sat eyes that were such a deep brown they almost looked black. They seemed to dance with amusement at the situation and also seemed more than a little observant. Anyone might overlook this woman without a second thought, but that would be a mistake on their part. At least if she was the dark witch we were looking for.

She kept grinning and nodded once. “That’s me.” She popped her hip to the side and tilted her head slightly as though she was trying to figure out what was going on.

“Can we come in?” I asked in a sarcastic voice, but I didn’t give her time to answer. I just pushed forward. “Great, thanks.”

The inside of the weird shipping containers was about as normal as a home could get. There was nothing in it that screamed “I’m an evil witch who likes to destroy relationships.” Cream colored walls met hardwood flooring, or at least what looked like hardwood floors. A black leather sofa was about the evillest looking thing in there, and that wasn’t even so much about the color as the fact that it looked uncomfortable as all hell. The living area led back into a kitchen and beyond that I could see stairs leading to the container that was on top of this one, and what I thought was a bathroom as well. In every corner of the place there were plants, everything from ferns to succulents to orchids. If I didn’t know she was a dark witch, I would have assumed she was an earth witch or something similar.

Catrin walked regally in front of me, indicating I should stay in the living area, but I wanted to put her off her game, so I moved past her walking into the kitchen, which was a challenge since the place was so narrow. I propped myself up at the end of her countertop where there were a couple bar stools. “This will do,” I said with my nose in the air. “We’re here to discuss the curse on Cliff.”

As everyone moved to take seats around the area, Catrin’s smile grew more Cheshire-like. “Oh?”

“Stop acting so coy,” Beth said in a low, dangerous voice.

Catrin’s smile took on a cold edge, like she was an animal showing her teeth instead of a woman smiling. “I am anything but coy.”

With a sigh, I decided to hurry this along. “I’m guessing that you’ve done some pretty terrible things in your life, Catrin.”

Her gaze snapped to me. “And that means?”

Deva leaned back in her chair. “You’re a mercenary, aren’t you? A magical mercenary.”

For the first time, Catrin’s smile disappeared. “That’s a pretty big charge.”

Magical mercenary? They hadn’t called her that before. What did that even mean? Could anyone suffer at her hands? Were all the rules that seemed to bind the rest of the magical community off the table?

“The thing is, Catrin, the thing is…” I paused and let her stew for a moment before I said, “You don’t realize who I am.” I smiled at her encouragingly. “Go on. Ask.”

The dark witch rolled her eyes, not picking up on the happy warning I was trying to give her. In many ways even though she was a grown woman she came off as a teenager. Like she’d never completely matured into who she was supposed to be. “And who are you supposed to be, as if I care?”

Carol leaned forward. “Allow me to introduce you to the one, the only… Karma.”

As we let the words sink in, I turned slightly so I could focus on her refrigerator. Apparently Catrin had done some terrible things, because with a pop, smoke began to rise from the back of it. “Oh, no,” I said in a sing-song voice. “Looks like your fridge just went on the fritz.”

Catrin whirled around taking in the fact that her fancy stainless steel, top of the line, fridge was now about as useful as a foam cooler, then looked at me with a healthy dose of suspicion in her eyes. “How?”

“Karma,” Deva whispered.

I glanced at Beth, glad to see she looked a lot more confident with a sly look in her sky-blue eyes.

“Now, how about you tell us about this curse?” I spoke.

With a sniff, Catrin shrugged. “Easily fixed,” she muttered.

I spotted her coffee pot, half full still. Focusing on it, I grinned when the carafe broke into a hundred tiny pieces of glass and the coffee splashed all over the counter. “Not quite as easily fixed,” I whispered as I focused again until smoke rose from the motor of that appliance as well. “Oh, too bad.”

When my gaze flicked to the microwave Catrin’s face slowly darkened. “Stop.”

“Speak,” Deva retorted.

She still hesitated though, so I let my karmic powers roam, knowing that my instincts would find something that meant a lot to her. I heard a pop from upstairs. Catrin jumped up and booked it up the tiny staircase. When she came back down her face was thunderous. “My TV is cracked down the middle,” she said in a low voice.

I focused more, reaching for the smoke that was my power, but this time instead of trying to grab it I mentally blew on it, encouraging it like you would the embers of a fire. Water began to spew from the faucet. Then, the small countertop dishwasher made a groaning sound before another loud pop made Catrin jump as water sprayed from it, before the door burst open and everything that had been inside seemed to shatter as water and