Dreams, Divination, and Danger: Deepwood Witches Mysteries, #4
By Shéa MacLeod
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Mia Chance has a special kind of magic. One she could happily do without. Every night while she sleeps, she dreams of death. An evil witch is preying on the minds of innocents and Mia might be the only one who can stop her. If she doesn't get distracted by a certain handsome immortal sent by the Witch Council to solve the murders plaguing Deepwood.
She's never met anyone like Tyr Oden. And while she doesn't need his help solving the case, she doesn't mind having him around. Until his past rears its ugly head, threatening not just her life, but that of everyone she knows.
Shéa MacLeod
Author of the international best selling paranormal series, Sunwalker Saga. Native of Portlandia. Addicted to lemon curd and Ancient Aliens.
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Dreams, Divination, and Danger - Shéa MacLeod
Many thanks to Carolyn, who gave me invaluable advice.
Chapter 1
It wasn’t her first dead body.
Mia Chance pressed the heels of her palms against her eyelids, praying to the Goddess that this was just another dream. At least in dreams the bodies weren’t real. Usually.
She opened her eyes. Hells bells. It was real. That was definitely a dead body. Not how she imagined her day ending.
The alley where she squatted was surprisingly clean but dim, the sun having slid down the horizon to hover behind the forested hills outside Deepwood. The pale form crumpled on the ground in front of her stood out against shades of gray. Like the moon in the night sky.
That was awfully poetic for a crime scene.
With a heavy sigh, she pulled her cellphone from the pocket of her faded jeans. She could only think of one person who could help her. Her call was answered on the third ring.
Healing Herbs. How may I bless you today?
The female voice was cheery and bright, a startling contrast to the grim scene in front of her.
Hi, Emory. It’s Mia.
There was a pause. Mia! I was about to leave for the airport. Did your plane land already?
Mia grimaced. A while ago.
Why didn’t you call me? I would have come.
And she would have too. Emory Chastain was the sort of witch who’d drop anything for one of her sisters.
I had a vision. On the plane.
She’d woken covered in sweat. She’d been a bundle of nerves, willing the plane to move faster. It must have worked, because they’d landed forty-five minutes early. I had to check it out.
Ah,
Emory said, as if that explained everything. Which it probably did. This wasn’t the first time Mia’s visions had wreaked havoc on her life.
I—um—have sort of a problem.
A problem?
I followed my vision, and I found....
How to say it? I found a dead body.
There was another pause, a little longer this time. A real one? Not a vision?
Afraid so.
Oh, dear.
That was the understatement of the year.
THE ALLEY RAN BETWEEN a neat brick building that housed an antique shop and Pink Lady Donuts, both of which were closed for the night. It was barely wide enough to fit the dumpster, which looked like it had recently been given a good scrubbing by Virgil, owner of Pink Lady. Tucked behind the dumpster was the body of a middle-aged man, who looked like he hadn’t had a good meal in a while. The single, bare light bulb above the restaurant’s back door revealed stains on his ragged trench coat. His black loafers had been expensive but now had holes in their hard leather soles. A man of means fallen on hard times.
Mia didn’t recognize him. What was he doing in Deepwood?
His face was a rictus in death, as if he’d seen something horrific. If her vision was anything to go on, that wasn’t far off.
She leaned against the stucco wall and tried to breathe through her mouth. It didn’t matter how many visions she’d had over the years, finding they were real always turned her stomach because they were rarely nice.
Mia? Are you down here?
She straightened. Emory!
Emory hurried down the alley and wrapped Mia in her arms. The scent of her hair—apricots and vanilla—was a welcome relief. It’s so good to see you again but what have you gotten yourself into?
She drew back, shaking her head. Her long, strawberry blonde hair danced around her like a living thing. The bell sleeves of her loose cotton tunic floated like an angel’s wings. Tell us both about your vision.
Both?
As far as she could tell, they were alone. Past the entrance to the alley the odd pedestrian strode by, but none glanced at them. It was as if someone had erected an invisibility shield. Emory’s doing, no doubt.
Edwina’s on her way.
Edwina was another witch and an unofficial member of their coven, although she’d deny it to the death. She was a solitary witch and proud of it. She ran the local diner, but she had other skills that went far beyond slinging hash and baking the most amazing strawberry rhubarb pies.
Shouldn’t we call the cops?
It was probably the first thing she should have done, instead of calling Emory, but instinct had taken over.
You know very well that when magic is involved, the Witch Council prefers to handle it.
Which meant they preferred Edwina to handle it. The Witch Council was the governing body of things magical, ensuring the mundane humans didn’t learn about things like magic and witches and freak out. While Deepwood had long been a safe haven for their kind, it was still a good idea to lay low, especially as the local chief of police was a mundane. He’d probably insist on running things himself, magic or no magic, and end up in a pickle.
They didn’t have long to wait. Boots thudded heavily against the pavement then Edwina stepped into the vee of light, her broomstick skirt swirling around her purple Doc Martens, and her gray hair in its usual braid. For a woman of sixty something, she looked like she could take on a werewolf in a dark alley and win.
Mia.
Edwina patted her on the shoulder. How ya doing?
Hi. Fine.
Not really.
Emory said you found a body.
Mia nodded, shoving her hands in her pockets. She wished she had a hoodie on so she could sink into it, but it had been hot in Florida, and she’d tucked it away in her suitcase. I had a vision on the plane. This guy was attacked, killed, and left in an alley. The minute I got off the plane—
She shrugged.
You thought you’d go find him.
Yes. If my vision was real, I had to help however I could.
It had been months since visions of the dead had haunted her. She’d needed to know if it was a bad dream or something darker. She pointed to the spot behind the dumpster. He’s back there.
Edwina strode over and squatted next to the body. You saw him attacked?
Sort of.
Her eyes narrowed.
Emory reached over and squeezed her hand. Maybe you should explain.
Mia sighed and tucked a lock of dark hair behind her ear, wishing she could hide behind it like she used to when she first met Emory. But she’d worked hard recently to outgrow that habit, to face the world head on instead of avoiding it. Something pulled me into his awareness. His thoughts, maybe. But it was very dreamlike. Fuzzy, confused, and jumbled. He was scared, really scared. Some great, dark... thing was attacking him.
A person?
Edwina’s gaze was sharp, assessing. Mia could almost see the gears turning in her mind.
No. It seemed more like a creature. A monstrous one.
Supernatural, maybe,
Edwina said.
Maybe,
Mia agreed. It was hard to tell. I don’t know what else it could have been. It didn’t feel like a normal animal.
So this thing killed him?
Edwina prodded.
It was more like he had a heart attack and keeled over.
He was scared to death,
Emory murmured, touching the amulet that hung around her neck. Amethyst for protection. Is that even possible?
Technically, yes,
Edwina stood and backed up, shaking out her skirt. If you have a bad heart, stress can trigger a heart attack.
That sounds like what happened,
Mia said. It threw me out of his head or awareness or whatever. I was standing in this alley, watching him die, but I couldn’t touch him or talk to him. He didn’t even know I was here.
They never did. No matter how much she yelled for them to run, escape, they never responded. One of the downsides of her witchy power. What was the good of seeing an event if she couldn’t change it?
Sounds awful.
Emory put an arm around her shoulders.
Mia wasn’t big on people touching her, but it felt good. Safe. She leaned in a little, soaking in the positive energy that followed Emory wherever she went. It was,
she admitted. I haven’t had a vision like that since, well, that time with Lene.
Emory nodded. There’d been a time when Mia’s visions had helped Emory and her coven sisters, Lene and Veri, solve a lot of crimes. But shortly after her twentieth birthday, they stopped. She had no idea why, but it was one of the reasons she’d felt okay taking that trip to Florida. She wasn’t so sure she wanted them back.
"There could be something supernatural involved, Edwina mused.
But it looks like natural causes."
I’m not sensing anything,
Emory said. There’s no indication another living creature was in this alley recently. Maybe whatever attacked him wasn’t real, but a hallucination? Or he was dreaming?
Edwina nodded. Could be. I’ll have to call the police, since there’s no detectable magic. You two should get out of here.