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    A Witch in Time
    A Witch in Time
    A Witch in Time
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    A Witch in Time

    By Veronica Blade

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    NOTE FROM THE PUBLISHER: Although all books by Veronica Blade are sweet romance, they may contain mild cursing.

    WARNING: This short story is a Shapes of Autumn/Something Witchy crossover. Not recommended to read A Witch in Time before reading the entire Shapes of Autumn series and Something Witchy This Way Comes. You will encounter massive spoilers and that's no fun. Please read this one last!!

    A Witch in Time

    With an entire kingdom to rule, the witch queen, Jane, has no business compromising her loyalties by dating outside her species. But Cedric the Vampire king isn't just any supernatural. Since she met him as a young girl, he has helped her through hardships and eventually guided her to her own throne.

    Centuries of prejudice among different species forbids them from having a future together. Besides, Cedric has his own people to rule. And abandoning her people to be with him could mean banishment from her own kind. Because no other man could compare to Cedric, only eternal loneliness lay before her.

    Books in the Shapes of Autumn series:
    Thrown to the Wolves: The Legend of Hannah and Eli (prequel)
    My Wolf's Bane (book 1)
    Wolves at the Door (book 2)
    Dead Wolf Walking (book 3)
    The Dark Wolf (book 4)
    Lord of the Wolves (book 5)

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherCrush Publishing
    Release dateOct 15, 2018
    ISBN9780999599440
    A Witch in Time
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    Veronica Blade

    Veronica Blade lives in Southern California with her husband and children. By day she runs the family business, but each night she slips away to spin her tales. She writes stories about young adults to relive her own childhood and to live vicariously through her characters. Except her heroes and heroines lead far more interesting lives -- and they are always way hotter.

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      A Witch in Time - Veronica Blade

      Chapter One

      Slinging the strap of my laptop case over one shoulder, I dragged my carry-on toward Salt Lake City International Airport baggage claim. A restaurant window reflected my image and for the billionth time, I thanked my supernatural genes. I was in my seventies, but any human would assume I was in my late twenties to early thirties.

      My thoughts drifted to Cedric, a vampire who had lived many centuries but who would never look older than me. Very soon, I’d see him again.

      We’d met in California decades ago—ages before I had a child, long before I became queen to all witches, and an eternity before I married Boris, leader of the witch faction from whom I had eventually escaped.

      I’d been just a girl then, an orphan looking for my place in the world and torn between two witch factions. Only months before I had turned eighteen, I had discovered I was a witch. I’d been on the run ever since, getting lost in crowds so both witch factions would have difficulty sensing me, not to mention other supernaturals.

      One autumn evening after being cooped up too long, I donned a long-sleeved pink top and black slacks, then slipped into a pair of flats. After checking that my teased platinum-blond bouffant hadn’t flattened, I abandoned my tiny motel room for a stroll. Once on Hollywood Boulevard, I immediately regretted it. Few people roamed the street. No crowds for me to hide in.

      The last thing I had wanted to do was return to the room. My legs ached to stretch and, once on the sidewalk, I reveled in the fresh autumn air. I walked farther than I had intended and wished I had chosen tennis shoes in case I needed to run.

      The aroma of syrup and sugar wafted toward me and I forged ahead toward the soda shop. An old dilapidated blue and white Buick cruised down my side of the street, slowed and then turned around to park across the road. Were those bullet holes on the fender?

      Four gangsters hopped out of the car and sprinted my way, narrowly avoiding an oncoming car. Images from their minds rushed me, giving me insight into their nefarious intentions. As I quickened my pace, various ways to fend them off—without revealing myself as a witch—whirled through my head.

      I hadn’t seen much gang activity the last few times I had roamed Los Angeles, but I shouldn’t have been surprised to see lawless activity so late at night.

      A red-haired man with the greenest eyes I’d ever seen appeared out of nowhere. Perhaps if I hadn’t been distracted by the hoodlums, I would’ve sensed him approaching. He intercepted the thugs, merely raising a palm, and they practically skidded to a halt. His impressive height, wide shoulders and confident attitude had them backing up without either of us touching them.

      The scent of blood tickled my nose and I lifted my chin. Vampire.

      They didn’t scare me. But just to be on the safe side, I backed away.

      The ginger inhaled, then squinted a moment as if realizing I was a witch. Kind of late for you to be out on the streets alone.

      Normally, gingers did nothing for me. And he wasn’t the handsomest man I’d ever met. Still, he was very good-looking and I couldn’t take my eyes off him. The confident manner in which he carried himself, the mischievous gleam in his green eyes and his beautiful grin drew me in.

      But vampires were always charming—just before they sank their fangs into your flesh.

      I can take care of myself. I’d be happy to demonstrate if you’d like. If you need to feed, best try someone who can’t remove your head with only her thoughts.

      I’ve already eaten, thank you. I was just on my way to grab some ice cream. How about joining me? He hitched a thumb toward the soda shop about three stores up that I had been eyeing.

      I raised a brow, my mouth refusing to return his smile. No. Are you going to try to follow me home?

      Probably not. I have to catch a plane in three hours. He thrust out a hand for me to take. I’m Cedric.

      Keeping my shield up and ready to shove him away with telekinesis, I cautiously shook his hand. Cedric. Same name as the vampire king. Who I’d heard was a redhead.

      His mouth curved up. We share a name, yes.

      In my peripheral vision, five men fanned out. Cedric noticed them too, nodded, and the men backed up. Must have been his guards. I’ll make sure they keep their distance.

      My eyes narrowed as I crossed my arms over my chest. How kind.

      He laughed and spun. I’ll meet you at the soda shop, he threw over his shoulder. His men vanished into the background, between buildings and into doorways.

      Planted in the same spot on the sidewalk, I watched Cedric slip through the door of the soda shop. I wanted to sit and talk with him. I’d been on the road for weeks and hadn’t talked to many people. I’d engaged in light conversation in passing, sure. But I hadn’t had a real conversation with another supernatural in months.

      I’m in line. What should I order for you? he asked telepathically.

      Witches couldn’t talk telepathically. We could send and receive images, but no actual words. I would have to send him a picture of a root beer soda, but how would he know it wasn’t regular cola?

      Before I’d consciously decided to join him, my legs were already moving. A flicker in the corner of my eye told

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