Samhain (Matilda Kavanagh Book 2) Read Online Free PDF

black concert T-shirt hid what little figure I had. All in all, I looked like a child up past her bedtime. I hoped whoever was knocking was someone I already knew, because this wasn’t the best first impression. I didn’t even have on any makeup.
    I had to stand on my tiptoes to see out the peephole. On the other side of the door was a girl. If I had to guess, I would’ve said she was human, because she had no defining characteristic that said she was anything else. No pointy ears, no glowing eyes of some bizarre color, no shimmer of magic, but she could just as easily have been a witch like me. It wasn’t always so easy to tell without reading her aura.
    “Yes?” I asked when I’d opened the door as far as the security chain would allow.
    She was a sweet-faced thing, probably no older than eighteen. She had naturally curling brown hair with honey highlights that twisted through the curls. Her eyes were wide and bright with a thick fringe of black eyelashes that probably never needed a coat of mascara. She was within an inch of my height, and when her eyes met mine, she smiled. It was an easy, happy smile. I was almost compelled to smile back. I wondered if she was a nymph of some sort.
    “Can I help you?” I asked, refusing to be sucked into her doe-eyed look.
    “I hope so.” She rocked forward on her toes for a moment. She was clutching her shoulder bag strap, holding it close to her chest. “I was looking for a witch. I was told I could find one here?”
    “By whom?” I asked, arching one brow at her.
    She wasn’t fazed by my deadpan tone. “Some girls at my school.” Her voice pitched hopefully.
    It wasn’t really an answer, but around Valentine’s Day and Halloween, I was often visited by humans, mostly girls, looking for spells. At Valentine’s Day, they always wanted love spells or beauty potions, and Halloween meant their mean streaks came out and they wanted hexes or jinxes. Nothing I brewed was lethal, so I happily took their money, and they took the vials of promised love or vengeance.
    “And what do you need a witch for at this hour of night?” I gripped the door as I leaned against it, watching her face for any tell.
    She was careful to keep her face as calm and innocent as possible. “I’m sorry, I thought witches kept night hours. Am I bothering you?” She blinked those big brown eyes, and a tiny wrinkle of worry creased her brow.
    “We do, and yes, you are, but that’s not my question. It’s a Wednesday night at one o’clock in the morning; don’t you have school in, like, seven hours? Wouldn’t your parents be worried about you?”
    “Oh yes,” she said, her face changing with her new smile. It was a mix of excitement and fear, as if this was the most rebellious thing she’d ever done. Her fingers flexed around the strap of her bag as she leaned closer. “Mother would just freak if she finds out I’m not in bed.”
    “Awesome,” I said with a shake of my head. “So what do you want?”
    “Well…” She licked her lips and glanced up and down the hall as if afraid someone would hear her. “There’s this…”
    “Yes?” I prompted.
    “He’s, ah…” She closed her mouth, and that bright, open joy finally faltered.
    “Oh.” I nodded as I finally understood. “‘He,’ huh? Yeah, all right, c’mon in.” I closed the door to release the security chain and let her in.
    “Thank you,” she gushed as she rushed inside. She stopped a foot away from the door and turned slowly on her toe, taking in my apartment. Her eyes lingered on the overflowing bookshelf beside the door.
    “Matilda,” I said, holding out my hand.
    She pulled her eyes away from the shelves and blinked at me as if she wasn’t sure she’d heard me for a moment. “Oh!” She recovered quickly to take my hand. She shook it and withdrew her hand as quickly as possible. “Jane.”
    “Jane?” I asked, squinting at her. “Like Jane Doe?”
    “N-no,” she stammered, the first time her composure