A Court of Spells and Hexes: The Hexer And The Telekinetic, #3

By N. R. Hairston

The royal court of Lillion has been kidnapped and unjustly put in prison.

When I break the hexes to release them, four of the most lethal witches alive escape.

It's up to me and my boyfriend Tix to find them and stop their murderous rampage.

 Now, they've turned their sights on us. Will either of us be able to survive their deadly assault?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Fire Ink Media
• Release date: Jan 16, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223676546

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A Court of Spells and Hexes

The Hexer and the Telekinetic, Book Three

N. R. Hairston

Copyright © 2023 by N.R. Hairston All rights reserved.

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Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Author Note

Other Titles by N. R. Hairston

Acknowledgements

About the Author

Chapter 1

Come to the world Lillon now, or thousands of lives will be lost . That’s the message that interrupted my dinner. The day had started off so well too. I was with my boyfriend eating the best food that ever existed...

Bellgot chicken. Too bad it was only sold on the world Bellgot. Well, that wasn’t really a bad thing. I loved coming here to eat it.

Bellgot chicken was a whole chicken, cut up and mixed with baeq peppers, thelee herbs, and garlic. Then, they tossed these long, curved noodles into a thick Bellgot sauce.

They sold this dish at the Runjup café. That’s where I was at the moment. My boyfriend Tix sat at a different table a few feet in front of me. His plate was filled with beef ribs.

Tix and I were very different in appearance. Tix was tall, six feet two. He had long black hair that curled around his shoulders.

Since he was a witch like me, he had signs and sigils tattooed on his skin and on his great big, massive arms. I’m not kidding, those things were huge.

Me, on the other hand, I worked out, but my muscles didn’t bulge like his. Also, I only stood five-eight and my orange-tipped purple hair stopped right at my neck.

We were different, but perhaps that’s what made it work.

Tix raised his glass of wine and toasted to me. I toasted back. Tix and I owned rival hexing firms, so talking about work was always off-limits.

I slurped some Bellgot noodles into my mouth. I didn’t care how sloppy I looked. There’s food on your chin, Tix said, speaking into my com.

I slurped some more then started to answer. Before I could, my digit beeped. Digits were smartphone-shaped communication devices with millions of functions. But they could change and rearrange to any shape or size.

I swiped to check the message. My brows furrowed when I read it. Come to the world Lillon now, or thousands of lives will be lost, it said. My digit tightened in my hand. Thousands of lives... What the?

I heard a slurping sound and realized I was still eating the Bellgot noodles. Who was this message from? I heard a chair scrape and looked up. Tix had stood, tucking his digit away. I have to go, he said into his com. Business.

I nodded, waving him away. I’d see him later tonight. For now, my mind was focused on the message from Lillon. I called my partner, Red. We owned Arched Designs together.

Red was a speeder. His speed made building houses a lot easier. Red opened a portal to the Runjup Café. He walked up to my table with confidence and swag. He was a tall man with skin just as pale as my own.

He had red hair that hung loosely around his shoulders. Red was the party type. He loved a good time, and had since we were teenagers.

He was a love ‘em and leave ‘em, guy. Never the same guy twice. Until recently that was. For this last year, he’d been dating a prostitute named Thunder.

Now, whether Thunder still worked the corner or not, I didn’t know. I didn’t like him, so I never asked questions about him. He was just too intrusive in our lives, always popping up, no matter the situation.

Red looked around the restaurant. The café was filled with delicious food smells, all wafting through the air, invading my nose and tastebuds.

Red sniffed, then licked his lips, hand on his stomach. I missed lunch and dinner. Don’t judge me.

When I didn’t answer, he grabbed me by the elbow and hauled me up. Let’s go, Driz. I got the same message as you. Let’s just give it a look. If we don’t like what we see, we can leave.

I hurriedly spooned more Bellgot noodles into my mouth, while he dragged me away, leaving a large stack of cash on the table.

We entered the world Lillon at the height of the day. Cars buzzed by in the sky, going at speeds that’d make your hair blow back.

We must’ve entered the business section of Lillon because I noticed many people dressed in suits and holding briefcases.

Red pointed to a tall brick building, checking the coordinates on his phone. It’s right here. They should have the wards down because they called us here.

Most companies and homes were warded up. No one liked uninvited guests. The wards on my home were designed to let a select few in without question, but for anyone else, well... They’d best knock at the front door and wait for me to answer.

With Red and I owning one of the top hexing companies, competitors were always after us, trying to steal our hexes and rumbles. We did what we had to in order to protect ourselves. We would always protect ourselves.

Red looked around, the street was quiet, not too much noise. Everyone was either on their digit or their phone. They walked with their heads down, noses buried in their devices.

Red nodded his approval. At least it’s not violent.

I had to agree. We’d had our share of violence lately. I was happy for the reprieve. We walked to the front doors of the building together and waited until they were opened to step inside.

Busting into the doors of a business without being let in was a good way to get your head knocked off. Even if you had been invited to said business.

The name of this place was Roch. I had no idea what they did here. I hadn’t had time to look it up. But from the black marble floors and accented walls, I’d say the place was pretty high-class.

A woman with short blonde hair and orange eyes smiled at us. She didn’t offer her name and we didn’t ask. People could be cagey about personal details. I understood, so I never pushed.

This way, please. She led us to a large conference room. I started to comment on the décor of the place, but my words froze in my mouth when I saw the other occupants in the room.

Tix was here. I stared at him, searching for an explanation as to why he was on Lillon too. He’d left dinner abruptly. This must’ve been why. He’d gotten the same message as I had.

Not only him. Thunder stood and smiled. Thunder was only a year younger than Red and me. Where we were twenty-nine. He was twenty-eight. He was a tall guy with green hair and a jagged scar across his face.

He was a hustler, used to working the street. He had a toughness about him that I admired. But some of his behavior still made me suspicious. I didn’t trust him just yet.

Thunder carried an air of ruthlessness about him. Those who crossed him didn’t live long. He made a motion like he was tipping his hat to me. My jaw set. He didn’t have on a damn hat. He could’ve just waved.

Elliot stood beside him. Elliot was from my