wicked witches 08.6 - a witch in time Read Online Free PDF

side of the door and probably heading in our direction.
    “That’s my cue to leave,” Tillie said, smirking. “Good luck. My mama isn’t known for having a good sense of humor, and she hates perverts even more than I do. May the Goddess have mercy on your souls.”
    Well, this definitely couldn’t be good.
    “WHO ARE you?”
    Caroline Winchester was a stout woman, thick in the hips and tall. Like … really tall. Most of the women in my family are short. I had no idea they ever bred Winchester women as tall as Caroline.
    “We’re … .” I broke off, licking my lips.
    “We’re lost,” Landon interjected smoothly. “We were on a hike in the woods and lost our way. We didn’t mean any disrespect, and no matter what Tillie says, I am not a pervert.”
    My mouth dropped open. Crap!
    “So you introduce yourself to strangers by saying you’re not a pervert?” Caroline challenged. “Only a pervert would say something like that.”
    “What would a non-pervert say?” Landon shot back. “Would he admit to being a pervert? If so, how does that work?”
    Caroline wiped her hands on her apron and narrowed her eyes. “Are you getting fresh with me, boy?”
    Caroline was almost the same height as Landon, which gave him pause. “Definitely not.”
    “We’re not perverts,” I interjected, forcing a friendly smile. “In fact, we’re … long-lost relatives. Well, at least I am. He’s a friend of mine. Kind of. He’s not a pervert.”
    “I’m ‘kind of’ a friend of yours?” Landon challenged.
    “I don’t think calling you my ‘love bunny’ is going to work in this particular situation,” I hissed.
    “Bay, calling me your ‘love bunny’ won’t ever work,” Landon said. “Just for the record, I hate it when you do that.”
    “Bay, huh?” I’d almost forgotten Caroline was standing there. She was too imposing of a figure to disregard entirely, though.
    “I’m your kin,” I said, hoping that was the right word for the time. “It’s really hard to explain.”
    “I know who you are,” Caroline said. “I knew pretty much the moment I set eyes on you. What are you doing here?”
    She knows who I am? I had my doubts. “If you know who I am, do you know why we’re here?”
    “I just asked you that question.”
    “We don’t know why we’re here,” I replied, choosing my words carefully. “My aunt was hurt during a storm. We were at her bedside and fell asleep. We woke up here. Do you know how that’s possible?”
    “I do,” Caroline acknowledged, her gaze busy as it moved between us. “How was your aunt hurt?”
    “A tree branch blew through a window during a storm and hit her in the head,” I answered. I saw no reason to lie. It wouldn’t benefit anyone. “We had to take her to the hospital and they were running tests.” It sounded lame.
    “Under normal circumstances, we would think she’s responsible for putting us here,” Landon offered. “These are not normal circumstances, though. We have no idea how we ended up here.”
    “Then you’re not looking hard enough,” Caroline said, her eyes locking with mine. They were the same clear blue I boasted.
    “I don’t know what that means,” I said. “We need help getting out of here. We don’t belong here.”
    “You definitely don’t belong here,” Caroline agreed. “I think there’s a reason you’re here, though. You have to figure out what it is. I can’t help you.”
    “Well, that sounds helpful,” Landon muttered.
    “Don’t make me take a switch to you,” Caroline threatened. “We don’t take kindly to perverts and fresh mouths in this house.”
    “Oh, good grief,” Landon intoned. “This is just … there are no words.”
    “If you know who I am and why I’m here, why don’t I know?” I pressed. “What am I missing?”
    “You’ll figure it out on your own soon enough, Bay,” Caroline said. “There’s a lot here for you to learn if you open your eyes and ears. If you don’t, that’s on you. I