Jenna Ryan - Raven's Hollow

Because arguing was pointless, Sadie ran with him to her Land Rover. They fell inside on the heels of a triple fork of lightning that illuminated the woodland hollow as far as she could see.

“Road’s a single lane here.” Raindrops flew from the ends of Eli’s hair as he looked in several directions at once. “You’re the DD, sweetheart. How are you at maneuvering in reverse?”

She summoned a tight smile. “Guess we’ll find out.”

Fortunately, she knew the twists and dips well enough to feel her way back through them. Eli’s flashlight helped. So did the sky-wide slashes of lightning. Still, her nerves didn’t stop jumping until they reached a point where the vehicle could be safely turned around.

“I’d say that was worthy of a Maserati should the opportunity for you to own one ever arise.”

“Highly unlikely in this lifetime. And please don’t say I could’ve had a fleet of them if I’d gone to New York, because everyone except my uncle—who looks on the Chronicle as a father might a beloved only child—has already pointed that out.”

She felt more than saw his stare. “I get family loyalty, Sadie. You love your uncle, so you wanted to keep his dream alive. What I don’t get is why he asked you to do it rather than someone who already lived in the Hollow.”

“Back to Molly again, huh?”

“Rooney says she’s smart, and given her history, I don’t see her leaving town any time soon.”

“She’s an introvert, Eli.”

“She worked at the Chronicle part-time through high school.”

“As a proofreader. Look, I’m sure my uncle talked to her before approaching me. If Molly had wanted to run the newspaper, she’d be doing it.” But she angled him an impressed look. “You’ve kept up, haven’t you?”

“It’s a hard loop to escape. There are six Blumes within a six-block radius of my apartment. One of them lives across the street from me and drops by twice a week to make sure there’s food in my fridge.”

Sadie regarded the scattering of blackened houses as they approached Raven’s Hollow. “Power’s out. All I see are glimmers of light in a few... Stop it, Eli.”

He hid most of a grin. “Stop what?”

“You’re giving me a Molly smile. Those flickers are candles, not the spirits of Bellams past.”

Now he chuckled. “I don’t know, Sadie. Word has it Raven’s Hollow was recently named one of three most haunted towns in New England.”

“It was not.” But she lowered suspicious lashes. “Who told you that?”

“Rooney.”

“Well, in that case, consider the source. The man’s propagating a myth to encourage tourism in the area.”

“Always possible. One of my more ambitious cousins lived with him for a few years. He might have planted the thought. Does it bother you?”

Her lips curved into a deceptively sweet smile. “Do witches ride broomsticks?”

“I’ll take the Fifth at this point. Something tells me you’re only marginally tolerant when it comes to people who believe in the local lore.”

“That’s because I’m part of the local lore. Unfortunately.”

She eased the Land Rover along a narrow, densely wooded road that wound up and up to a rocky promontory. The jagged point of land speared into a small bay where the waves, even on a calm day, broke white against the base of the cliff.

Built entirely of faded gray stone, Bellam Manor could at best be called forbidding. Although, Sadie mused, foreboding might be a more appropriate description. Either way, two large towers stood at opposite ends of a structure made up of multiple juts and protrusions, and would forever make her think of the wicked queen’s castle from Sleeping Beauty.

The mansion had taken fifteen years to construct. Storytellers swore that the evil secreted within the walls of Blume House in Raven’s Cove had nothing on this place. But of course, Blume House had never been home to a family of witches.

When she’d returned to the Hollow, Sadie had promised herself she would do so with an open mind. The manor, as remote as it was, and for all the tales that had been spun around it, was simply a place to live. Or a small portion of it was.

She had an apartment in one of the two habitable wings. Molly occupied the second. It didn’t take a structural engineer to determine that the central core and several of the outbuildings were in desperate need of restoration. Unfortunately, a full fix would take more money than she and her cousin would earn in fifty years.

When a slash of lightning delineated the manor from tower to imposing peak, she glanced over. “I’m waiting, Lieutenant.”

“Working on absorbing here, Sadie. I feel like we’ve been swept off to the Black Forest by a freak tornado.”

“That’s how I felt when I saw the place again two years ago. It was more of a fairy-tale castle when I was young, but then I only came out here twice that I can remember.” She made a circular gesture. “My apartment backs onto the ocean. Molly’s overlooks the woods. It’s an interesting trek from my door to hers. Still no comment?”

“Still absorbing.”

“Mmm, well, when you’re done, I’ll tell you that I’m not eager to make the drive back down to town tonight, so I’m going to be generous and let you borrow my Land Rover.”

Eli grinned. “Some would call that avoidance.”

“My mistakes often have that result. For the most part, I circle around Ty the way Cocoa circles Molly’s long-haired Chihuahua.”

“Who’s Cocoa?”

A dangerous smile appeared. “My cat. She’s black. I’ve heard her referred to as my familiar. Ready?”

They waited through another flash of lightning, then made a dash for the porch. In the shelter of a wide overhang, Sadie shoved the dripping hair from her face. “I could sit on a rock at the base of Bellam Point and not be this wet. Cocoa’s going to think she scored a giant rat if she sees...me.” When her eyes picked out an odd shadow, she bent forward to point. “Uh, Eli, can you shine your flashlight on that—whatever it is on my doorstep?”

He followed her gaze, frowned and, handing her the light, moved in for a closer look.

She clicked the switch. And immediately jerked back in disgust. “Oh, yuck. Dead bird. That’s...” An ominous creak of hinges had her raising the beam slowly to the door. “...definitely not right.”

Eli rose from his crouch. “Meaning you locked up this morning?”

“City girl. It’s a habit.” Her eyes traced the outline of the dark wooden frame. She honestly didn’t know which was worse—the open door or the unfortunate creature lying outside it. Fighting a swell of fear that had already slicked her skin with ice, she said evenly, “What kind of sick person would put a dead raven on my welcome mat?”

“More to the point,” Eli countered, “is that sick person waiting inside?”

Sadie’s heart threatened to slam right out of her chest. “This is hell-and-gone creepier than my nightmares.”

Already checking out the darkened entryway, Eli offered an absent “You have nightmares?”

She prodded his shoulder. “Later. There’s a puddle of blood around the raven’s head.”

“Better its than yours. Stay behind me.”

“Then keep moving. Dead animals are gross.”

“Getting shot’s grosser.”

“Shot?” Astonishment halted her on the threshold. “Who’d want to shoot me?”

“You’d know that better than I would.”

“It was a rhetorical question, Lieutenant. I’m not...”

A flurry of unexpected motion cut her off as someone leaped from the foyer shadows. Whoever it was knocked her into the doorframe, swung a lamp at Eli’s head, then tossed it and bolted.

Trapping her arms, Eli stared into Sadie’s slightly starry eyes. “Are you all right? Sadie, did he hurt you?”