Half Past the Witching Hour (Paranormal Personnel Saga #3) Read Online Free PDF Page B

McGregor had enemies who are cleaning up after him, maybe taking over his business,’ Kate said.
    I didn’t want to say more, thinking about my lack of memories from last night.
    ‘I’ll call Rufus and let him know what’s happened,’ I said, clearing my throat and hoping to avoid further conversation about Jennifer and my overall state. I had to figure all this mess on my own. Kelsie was asked to stay in the factory to deal with the crisis. She seemed pretty excited about her new role.
    I told Kate that I had to get to the hospital to pick up Quentin. It was actually another lie. The truth was that I needed to stay away from the office for a while. Alexandra agreed to cover for me. I called Quentin to see if he needed anything, then I went to the gym and stayed there until evening came, searching through my memories, having that bad feeling in my gut that the dark side of my magic that was slowly taking over my life. When I got home I didn’t check if the knife I dreamed about was in the drawer; I was too scared to find out if I had something to do with Jennifer’s murder.
    The next morning, I shot straight from the bed, running to the bathroom, examining myself in the mirror. To my relief, I woke up without blood on my hands, but that didn’t help. I was worried and anxious that my life was getting out of control and that my mother might be in danger.
    Later on I went to the office. I sat at my desk staring blankly at the computer screen. My brain seemed inactive. People expected me to be all right, but deep down I was falling apart.
    What if I did it? What if I was a murderer? My power hadn’t been off since the breakup with Nathaniel.
    Some people in my family believed that I was cursed, but no one had ever had the guts to speak out about this. I’d seen the way my other long-distance cousins looked at me when I was much younger. I also read my grandmother’s case studies. She believed in a legendary curse, the dark magical gene that I was supposed to inherit. My auntie kept telling her that I might have been carrying the gene as my magic never obeyed me. Once the dark gene took over whoever was carrying it, that person wasn’t in control anymore. If my auntie was right, if I carried the gene, then I had to be very careful who I was around from now on. That was why I had to keep my father and grandmother out of this mess.
    Kate quit asking me if I was okay, but she kept glancing back and forth, probably trying to use her internal magic to see what I was hiding from her. I also had a phone call from Quentin asking about his pet frog Gomez and stating that he’d had enough lying in the hospital bed and was getting discharged tonight. I offered to pick him up and nurse him until he was well enough to get back to his apartment.
    Clients came and left. My day was moving at a snail’s pace. I picked up the phone three times in the past ten minutes wondering if I should call Dad and ask him if he had any suspects, but I knew that it was too early.
    It was after three o’clock when I finally had a chance to get the hell out of the office to grab something to eat. The absence of my magic was bringing me down and my internal agitation grew. The images of the knife and Jennifer’s dead body kept flashing through my mind. I came back to the office with a headache. There were a few people on the sofa in the waiting area. I noticed an older elf who looked at me when I walked back to the office.
    Kate called me to her desk and whispered, ‘This elf is here for you. He didn’t say what he wanted. He insisted on waiting for you.’
    I had no idea who he was. The paranormal dressed in a perfectly cut, possibly tailor-made suit. I could see he was an elf, a pure-blooded one. His aura was striking, strong, intense and the most powerful I’d ever felt. His hair had a slight silver glow, but in his younger years his hair was probably baby blond, like mine.
    I placed my lunch on my desk and walked up to him.
    ‘My colleague