Artifacts and Amulets

Artifacts & Amulets

A Paranormal Witch Cozy Mystery

Book Store Cozy Mystery Series

Book 8

Lucinda Race

MC Two Press

Contents

1. Lily

2. Lily

3. Gage

4. Lily

5. Lily

6. Gage

7. Lily

8. Lily

9. Gage

10. Lily

11. Lily

12. Gage

13. Lily

14. Lily

15. Gage

16. Lily

17. Lily

18. Gage

19. Lily

20. Lily

Chapter One

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

Copyright © 2024 Lucinda Race

All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce, distribute, or transmit in any form or by any means. For information regarding subsidiary rights, please contact the author, Lucinda Race.

Editor: Trish Long

Cover design by Mariah Sinclair

Manufactured in the United States of America

First Edition August 2024

Print Edition ISBN 978-1-954520-82-0

E-book ISBN 978-1-954520-81-3

Chapter 1

Lily

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The door to the Cozy Nook Bookshop opened with a sharp bang. A man, about fifty, with streaks of gray in his hair and mustache, scowled at me. He wore a crisp brown suit with a white shirt and orange tie that reminded me of a pumpkin. The woman was a bit younger, wearing a dark skirt, matching jacket, and a pale blue blouse, making her deep blue eyes more pronounced, and three-inch heels. Her hair was coiffed in a short, no-nonsense style that complimented her face. She closed the door and glanced around, her face expressionless.

Welcome to my bookstore. I’m Lily. If there is anything I can help you find, please ask.

The man gave a curt nod of acknowledgment as the woman stepped to the counter. I was perched on a wooden stool and put aside my family’s book on magic, Practical Beginnings, that I had been reading.

Is there a specific book you’re looking for today?

She glanced at the man and back at me. I am. A book on amulets. Do you have anything in stock?

I gave her a wide smile. Yes. I stood and headed down the aisle close to where my familiar, Milo, was snoozing on the window seat. The sun streamed in the large plate glass windows, bathing his gray fur in warmth. He lifted his head and looked at the customer through slits in his eyes before he bolted to an upright position.

I smiled at the couple. Did you know there is an exhibit at the Olde Town Library with artifacts that include several amulets? Their history is reported to be quite interesting.

The man said, Why do you think we’re in town? We forgot our reference books in the city, so show us what you have and stop jaw-jacking.

I didn’t appreciate his cantankerous tone, but the old saying the customer is always right had me tamping down a sharp retort. I gestured to the shelf in front of them as if we were on a game show and I was the hostess showing off the gifts. Here you go. As you can see, there are several. I hope you find what you’re looking for.

The woman tipped her head. Thank you.

She turned her back to me as if I shouldn’t see what book she picked up first. I took the hint that I was dismissed and took my time going back to the counter. The couple didn’t seem to be enjoying their day, and I found this curious. Outside, the sun was bright; temperatures were pleasant for a June day, and from what I had heard, the exhibit at the library was fascinating. I caught Milo staring at me, and I gave him a wink. If he wanted to talk to me, he could, non-magicals would only hear him meow. He hopped to the floor, leaving one of his favorite napping spots, and trotted behind me. I picked him up and set him on the counter.

While Milo and I waited, the woman’s voice was laced with agitation. I must see the Heart of the Soul amulet. It is imperative my proposal is accepted.

Nodding in their direction, I whispered, What do you think their problem is?

In a deep kitty growl, Milo said, Be careful. I’ll explain later.

I was surprised to see him continue to stare in the customers’ direction. He was engrossed by their conversation. I arched a brow in his direction, but he ignored me and swished his tail in a jerky side-to-side motion.

After several long minutes, the couple carried a stack of books to the desk. The woman sorted through the titles, handing five to the man and placing one on the table behind them. With a thud, he set them on the counter next to Milo. We’ll take these.

If you need directions to the library, it’s on the corner of Doenut Drive and Route 1 on the right, at the end. But if you’d prefer to walk, you can cut through the town square and get there in a few minutes.

Good to know.

I rang up the books and gave him the total, but the woman handed me her credit card. I glanced at the name as the transaction was being processed. Petra. That’s a beautiful name.

Dr. Addington. She wrenched the card from my hands. Can I sign for the purchase please?

My eyes widened at her rudeness, but she wouldn’t be the last customer with an attitude when they entered my shop. As I slipped her books into a brown paper bag, I looked past her to see what the man was doing.

He was reading the back jacket of the book Petra had set aside.

Simon. The bag. Without so much as a thank you, she turned in her pumps and strode to the door, her heels clacking against the wood floor.

The man, who I now knew as Simon, shrugged. The boss. He trailed after her, looking more like a sad puppy than a grown man.

The door closed with much less force than when it was opened, and I watched Petra and Simon get into a heated exchange. Petra’s arms were flailing about, and she repeatedly jabbed him in the middle of his chest. He stepped back while she advanced on him, still carrying on. I wished the windows were open to hear what they were saying.

You know, my dear witch, if you hadn’t been slacking on your studies, you might have discovered the spell for eavesdropping. Typically, it’s frowned upon in our coven. However, there are circumstances in which rules could be interpreted that it was warranted, especially when it’s easy to see she is extremely agitated. He tipped his head back and watched me, watching the action outside.

What do you know about the Heart of the Soul? I’ve never heard of it.

It’s an amulet. He quickly jumped to the floor and trotted into the back room.

That short answer wasn’t like Milo. Where are you going?

Out. He pushed on the kitty door and left it swinging in his wake.

I crossed my arms over my chest and then looked at the sidewalk. Petra and Simon were gone. If I hadn’t been distracted, I could have seen in which direction they went. Glancing at the desk calendar, I was pleased to realize the library was open late tonight. With a quick text to my fiancé, Detective Gage Erikson of the Pembroke Police Department, I let him know I’d be stopping at the library after I closed the store. I smiled at the idea of spending time at the library in spite of Milo’s rude departure.

What was it today with rudeness? I sank to the stool. My eyes were drawn to the kitty door. Where had he gone?

I placed my hand on the old leather-bound book in front of me and closed my eyes. I focused on Milo, and the cover warmed under my touch. The tug of concern to make sure my familiar was safe increased. I opened the book. Pages began to turn, first right and then left until it lay open. I read the title of the spell; Stay Connected to Your Familiar. This was just what I needed. I continued to read aloud. To create a deeper connection between a witch and her familiar, recite this spell. Under my breath I said:

Two peas in a pod are we.

For when I need to see what you can see.

Not to be used frivolously.

This I wish and so it shall be.

After I had read through it once, I read it out loud again with more conviction in my voice. I crossed to the front window and looked across the town square, hoping to catch a glimpse of my gray fur ball. But he was nowhere to be seen. I was tempted to use the summoning spell. Instead, I closed my eyes and repeated the connection spell again. This time, I could see the front doors of the library from the elevation of the sidewalk. Was it possible I could see what Milo saw at this very moment?

In my vision I saw a leaf skitter across the sidewalk, but the focus on the front doors never wavered. He knew how to get inside if that was what he wanted. I waited another couple of minutes before I opened my eyes. The urge to know what was going on was stronger than before. For now, I’d bide my time. In a moment of clarity, I decided Milo would go with me to the library tonight. There was more than one way to get to the bottom of things.

An hour later, Milo slunk around a bookcase. I watched him out of the corner of my eye as he paused and then sat down. My dear witch, can we talk?

Always. I gestured to the wingback chairs positioned near the front window. It was one of my favorite places to curl up. Often, I enjoyed a hot beverage and read when time permitted or shared coffee and a sweet treat with Gage or whoever else might stop in.

With a tentative gait, he walked to one of the chairs and jumped up. A band constricted my heart. Whatever was going on with Milo had me on edge. He never moved at a sedate pace. I sat next to him and folded my hands in my lap. I’m ready whenever you are.

He tipped his head down as if the fabric on the chair was the most important thing he needed to see. I wasn’t about to push him to open up. After my family’s book of witchcraft clonked me on the head almost a year ago and I discovered my rescue cat could talk, I learned patience was the key to good communication with Milo.

Have you ever wondered how I became a familiar?

His normal snarky kitty growl was absent, and he sounded as if he had lost his only friend. I knew I was about to say something stupid, but I had to ask. You weren’t born a familiar?

He lifted his head and glared at me. Familiars aren’t born. We’re made from other beings such as a witch or wizard.

Oh. What was I expected to say and how would I have known? Should I have thought to ask when I learned the truth about myself and him? What were you, a witch?

His nod was barely noticeable. As he began to speak, I leaned closer so as not to miss a single word. It was a long time ago, and I was respected as a fair and honorable witch. But some craved the power I possessed. You see, as a young witch, I discovered the rarest red opal anyone had ever seen. I had crafted an amulet and imbued it with a spell that as long as I wore it, my powers would remain pure and strong. As the years went by, I grew complacent. I let my guard down. A witch joined our coven in the neighboring village. There were whispers, but I let arrogance cloud my judgement. She wanted to claim the amulet I wore around my neck for herself. With trickery, she got my amulet and cursed me to life as a familiar. Before her spell changed the course of my life, I was able to change the course of hers. I cursed the amulet that whoever should wear it, if they had an impure heart, would perish.

My hand flew to my mouth. Milo, you cast a death curse?

Yes, and you deserve to know the truth before I leave. I did the unforgivable.

Did the witch who took your amulet… I didn’t want to say the words, and thank the stars Milo didn’t wait for me to finish my question.

Yes. She died. It was such a chaotic time in our town. The power struggles between good witches and evil. A tale as old as time. There were rumors, of course, about the amulet, but I lost track of it. Now, this beautiful, cursed object is part of a traveling exhibit and should never fall into the wrong hands. He lay down and covered his head with his paws in shame.

Why was he telling me this now? And I quickly rewound the events from earlier. Milo.

When he didn’t pick his head up, I scooped him from the chair. After placing a tender kiss on the middle of his head and holding him away from my body so I could see into his deep green eyes. Milo, what was the name of your amulet? My heart thudded in my chest. I knew before he would tell me, but I had to hear it from him.

The amulet of Aathmika.

And you’re Aathmika. There was no need for the question. I just needed confirmation. What does that mean?

Once upon a time, I was. It means soulful and close to the inner heart. He hung his head. Now, instead of being a powerful witch, I am a humble teacher for you, my dear witch.

I crushed him to my chest and blinked the tears from my eyes. Your amulet is in our library.

Yes, and I can tell you that woman who was here plans to steal it.

Petra Addington? How do you know that?

Guess. He squirmed from my arms and dropped to the floor. I followed them and heard what they were saying. Non-magical people never pay attention to a cat when they’re talking. He ran his paw over one side of his whiskers. For the record, Simon was still arguing with her. He said she was being foolish. There was no way she would get her hands on it. He grumbled, Heart of the Soul. You have to ask yourself who renamed that to make it sound sweet and innocent.

Well, it’s based on facts. You said it means soul and inner heart. At some point, the name was changed. I got to my feet. I texted Gage, and we’re meeting at the library. Do you want to come with us or stay here?

Milo’s body shook from the tips of his whiskers to the end of his tail. I don’t know that I want to see it. After all this time, it still might be too painful. A reminder of all that I’ve lost.

I knelt on the floor and ran my hand over the length of his soft fur. Milo, you won’t be alone. I’ll be with you. And whatever happened all those years ago can’t hurt you again.

He leaned into my hand. Lily, you’ll need to do some recon work and confirm the curse is still as strong as ever. The amulet must be protected at all costs. If it falls into the wrong hands, I shudder to think what might happen, especially if it’s a non-magical. That screams disaster.

How can I do that short of putting the amulet on? Which, for the record, I don’t even want to think about doing. Should I have Dax come with Gage?

First, you’re a Michaels witch and pure of heart. I don’t think it could hurt you. Milo nodded when I mentioned a more seasoned witch to accompany us. Gage was a non-magical, and I was still new at a lot of witchy stuff.

"Asking Detective Sweet Tea to join us might not be a bad idea. Dax Peters is more than competent; his powers are off the charts.