Watch for Me by Moonlight Read Online Free Page A

... I’m going to put a spell on Corey Gilbertson. Don’t worry. I can’t do really bad spells. But maybe something in an itch ...”
    “Oh leave her be, Luna,” Mally said. “She didn’t tell me.”
    “Then who did?”
    “I saw it in a vision.”
    “Don’t make fun of me, Mallory!” Luna said.
    “I’m not.”
    “I just wanted to know about Owen. Geez!” Luna hung up.
    “What was that about?” Merry asked.
    “Luna was dancing naked in the grove with some other witches,” Mallory said.
    “Oh,” Merry said. “Here I was thinking that it was something weird.”
    Just then, Mallory’s cell phone rang. It was Grandma Gwenny, calling from her yoga class. She was out of breath because the whole class had been struggling with their cobras.
    “I want you girls to know that Owen will be just fine!” Grandma Gwenny said. “He just needs fluids.”
    “How did you know? Did Dad call?” Mally asked.
    “Well, actually he didn’t,” Grandma said.
    “It’s bad enough for us to be like this,” Mally said, trying to joke with a thin will for it. “Having a nutty adult in the family is too much.”
    “Of course, you don’t mean me!” Grandma exclaimed with a dry little laugh. “I know you’re worried, so I’m coming over to drive you and Adam to the hospital. In fact, I’m already heading for the car.” She wondered aloud what people at the hospital would make of an “old gal” such as herself in her bright yellow tie-dyed yoga duds.
    “You’re something else, Grandma,” Mallory said.
    “I’m a hip chick,” Grandma Gwenny said, and Mallory smiled for the first time all day.
    Drew had to get to work, so he gave Merry a shoulder hug and kissed Mallory on the nose.
    “You know where I am if you need me,” he said.
    They did know. Except for Papa himself, Drew held the lifelong continuous work record at Pizza Papa, where he’d thrown his first pie (on the floor) at fourteen. He’d been fired twice (both times for Brynn-related issues, as he often reminded the twins) and rehired when Papa Ernie couldn’t make it without him. He now made about thirteen dollars an hour, executive wages for a kid in Ridgeline. Drew loped to the door, late as he so often was, ducking the auburn mop that topped off his six feet under the door frame of the old house.
    Merry pulled her brother Adam from the corner of the kitchen, where he was standing gnawing on his thumbnail. “Come on, Ant. Grandma’s coming. We’ll go over and see the Big O. But you have to stop looking so scared. He’s fine. Babies are very resourceful.”
    “You mean resilient,” Mallory said with a sigh.
    “I know what I meant, word goddess,” Merry protested.
    Mallory’s cell toned with two bells. A text. “Dad’s on his way to the hospital, too,” she said. For the first time, she really noticed her other younger brother and how freaked out he still was. “Adam, do you want some fish sticks or something? Owen’s going to be fine, good as new, just like our sister, the genius, just said. Grandma thinks so, too.”
    “I know,” said Adam, not appearing convinced.
    “Major truth. He’s totally already better than when I came in,” Merry said. “C’mon. How about I make you a grilled cheese all burny like you like, okay?”
    “I can’t eat,” Adam said.
    “You can’t eat? ” Merry pantomimed a heart attack. “What next? You eat like a marathoner.”
    “’Ster,” Adam said, using the baby name he used for both twins—and which they used for each other—“Owen threw up blood.”
    Mallory stared at her brother. She’d “seen” someone in her vision-dream trying to help Owen. And she knew Luna was acting weird, just a step above her normal-weird, really—except for the little-kid hair burning.
    Why did both dreams make goose bumps stand up on her arms?

CALM BEFORE THE STORM
    N o more than a week later, Owen was fully back to his usual, comic, voracious elf of a self, laughing hysterically when the twins pretended