And off we went.
CHAPTER 8
THE VISITORS
Prue, Chassie and I fell through the front door of The Downs, weighted with bakery boxes and bags of souvenirs, wearing (oh yes, we went there) flower crowns with streaming ribbons down the back, and we did this giggling.
“Oh my goodness, I think you’re the only person alive who could have a serious conversation with a white witch about love spells,” Prue was saying.
“For half an hour,” Chassie whisper-added (yes, she was still whispering, but as we all knew, Rome wasn’t built in a day).
“And you bought every single book she wrote,” Prue said.
“About white witchcraft,” Chassie again whisper-added.
“And there are four of them,” Prue finished.
“A girl never knows when she’ll need a love spell,” I stated blithely. “Or a bitch eradication one, though I think those require eyes of newt, and what bums me out about that was learning from my new friend Anastasia, that’s just mustard seed.”
Prue and Chassie started giggling again.
A throat was cleared.
We turned to see Fitzgibbons in the hall.
He looked freaked.
Oh shit.
What now?
“My ladies, we have visitors,” he announced.
“Who?” Prue asked carefully, totally feeling his vibe.
“Lord Raleigh. Miss Courtney Wright. And Miss Chelsea Renfrew,” he intoned.
Prue groaned.
Chassie gasped.
“They’re waiting for you in the green sitting room,” Fitzgibbons stated.
Prue’s “Now?” sounded choked.
“Lady Temperance requested you attend them…immediately.”
“Bloody hell,” Prue whispered.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
“Rally’s a friend of Battie’s,” Chassie whisper-told me. “And Courtney is his fiancée.”
“Okay,” I said.
That didn’t seem so bad.
“And Chelsea,” Prue said her name like it tasted bad, “is Battie’s ex-girlfriend.”
