5 A Charming Magic Read Online Free Page A

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    KJ blew in with the wind and out with the breeze, bringing me all the things I had ordered. Only this time he was about two weeks late. Which was not common. Once I put in an order, he was usually at A Charming Cure within a couple of days.
    If I had to pick one thing about being a homeopathic spiritualist that kind of stunk, I couldn’t just drive to the Piggly Wiggly in Locust Grove, Kentucky, I had to put out a call into the night wind. Yes. I had to stand out in the night air, lick my pointer finger and try to determine which way the wind was blowing. Once I figured that out, I had to shout out into the wind the things I needed. Things like beehive husk, bear claw, charred skeever hide, Dwarven oil, Glow Dust, you know…the basics.
    Can you imagine me standing out in the midnight air in my bat pajamas with my chin-length bob pulled back into the smallest ponytail you had ever seen and my finger twitching around in the air? I was sure I looked like a fool licking my finger at least twenty times and putting it in the air. I definitely wasn’t good at finding the wind, but somehow KJ always got my order.
    The door of the shop flew open bringing in a couple of leaves rustling and dancing around before settling on the wood floor. The bell that hung over the door dinged back and forth several times before coming to a rest.
    Meow, meow . Mr. Prince Charming ran out from underneath the table, followed by some heavy footsteps. He jumped up on the countertop and took his rightful spot.
    “I see you are working hard back there.” The strapping young Native American stood in the doorway of the shop with a bundle of sage, grass root, and beehive husks neatly tied up in the crook of his arm.
    “KJ!” I took the ladle out of the cauldron and laid it down. I hurried around the counter to meet him.
    I put my arms around KJ, practically crushing the bundle. The crackling dried leaves crumbled between us as I pulled him closer when my eyes caught sight of Oscar standing next to his car with Arabella leaning up against his door in a very provocative pose.
    What the heck? He left a while ago.
    My eyes narrowed as I watched Arabella hand Oscar a piece of paper. My stomach knotted when Oscar looked at the paper and a big smile crossed his face. Arabella ran her whole hand down his arm before she said goodbye and jogged off toward her store. Her hair swung back and forth. Oscar watched her the whole way.
    KJ tried to pull away, but I grabbed him tighter. He patted me on the back. I could tell he thought I was crazy, but what homeopathic spiritualist wasn’t? Especially one that was getting railroaded by another spiritualist.
    “Good to see you too, June.” KJ placed his hands on my shoulders and pushed off of me. He closed the door behind him and held the bundle out for me to take. “Beehive husk is hard to get this time of year. If you would have asked for Luna Moth Wings,” he snapped his fingers, “I could have gotten it like that.”
    KJ continued to tell me the story of how he had to put several calls into the wind in order to get the beehive husk. And I only wished I had heard him, but I wasn’t paying a bit of attention to the feisty young man with long black hair and deep brown eyes. If only Arabella were as nice as KJ, I would have gotten some items from her. There was no way I was going to buy from her when she was bound and determined to get her thorns into my Oscar.
    The beehive husk was a must.
    I took a deep sigh and held the bundle close to my heart thinking about the charm and Oscar.
    “June?” KJ waved his hand in front of me. “Did you hear what I just said?”
    “Umm…” I shook my head. My short black bob swung side to side. “Yes.”
    “Yes, you do? Or yes, you don’t?” KJ stared at me. He must have read my blank look. “The Luna Moth Wing?”
    “Oh.” I looked over my shoulder at the row of ingredients on the shelf behind the counter to see if my supply was low.
    “It’s the harvest