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    Spells & Magic: Paranormal MI5 Trilogy, #3
    Spells & Magic: Paranormal MI5 Trilogy, #3
    Spells & Magic: Paranormal MI5 Trilogy, #3
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    Spells & Magic: Paranormal MI5 Trilogy, #3

    By Rachel Medhurst

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    One killer down, one to go.

    With the serial killer off my back, my mother, the head of Paranormal MI5, wants me to move on to another case. Only problem is, my best friend has been kidnapped and held by a man who helped the evil killer.

    My magic is almost restored, but the fate of my soul is still in question. If I took the time off to save my friend, and myself, would my job as top Paranormal MI5 agent still be there when I returned? The risk was great on both sides, but when life trumps magic, I have to brace myself for impact.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherRachel Medhurst
    Release dateMay 1, 2019
    ISBN9781386205593
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      Spells & Magic - Rachel Medhurst

      Spells & Magic

      Paranormal MI5 Book 3

      By Rachel Medhurst

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      Copyright 2019 © Rachel Medhurst

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      Please note that the author is English so spelling is in British English.

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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

      Author’s Books

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      Chapter 1

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      How dare you bring me here in the middle of the night? I barked, rubbing my eyes as the wind whipped around me.

      I had been fitfully sleeping, only to be rudely awoken when I landed in the ancestors realm.

      Blinking, I stared at the ancient witches as they formed a circle in front of me. The clouds above that had previously been black were now a light grey, the breeze slightly stronger than the first time I had visited. Had killing Lucien righted the magic of the ley lines?

      Once Paranormal MI5 had cleaned up Battersea power station, my mother had ordered me home to rest. Xvair Harvey was still missing, nowhere to be found. My mother’s team had taken over the job of scouting the house that had been transported to Battersea.

      Gemma, the head witch muttered, her blonde hair fluttering in the breeze as she shifted the dress of her white gown. You have gone a long way to securing the safety of the ley line. However, the whole time that Xvair Harvey is alive, there is a threat to our magic system. He is defying Mother Nature’s law.

      Brushing my hair back from my face, I stepped closer to them as they joined hands. Why were they excluding me from their circle? Why had they even called me to them?

      A jolt went through me as I remembered their promise. The witches had decreed that once I had disconnected Lucien Harvey from the ley line, they would bring me back from the dead. Not that I was technically dead, the ley line was strong enough to prevent my body from dying.

      What are you saying?

      All four pairs of eyes glanced at me before they let their heads drop back to stare at the sky. A low chant came from their lips, the sound vibrating through my mind as I grasped my head. Were they keeping their promise?

      We’re sorry, another of the witches said, her voice breaking away from the mantra. We do not have enough power to bring you back yet. You must prevent Xvair Harvey from gaining a child to drain of magic. Once that is done, the veil between Hell and Earth will thicken. The true threat comes from the evil beneath us.

      Sighing, I tugged on my Harry Potter pyjama top. Dave had taken the piss when he had dropped me home after our encounter with Lucien. The illusionist witch had tricked me into believing that Lucien had exploded his head. I might have punched him once or twice for the sick way he had faked his own death. He could have done something a little less traumatic.

      So, I said, glancing around at the fields that rolled away from us. You’re moving the goalposts.

      The chanting stopped as they broke away from each other, turning to face me. Their hands clasped in front of them, grim expressions lining their pale faces.

      The main witch stepped forward and offered her hand. We were trying to show you that our power is not restored. You are connected to us. Every strand of magic that goes through us, now goes through you. Yes, you did defeat Lucien and it helped. However, as the evil of Hell bleeds into Mother Nature’s earth, she is unbalanced.

      Taking her hand, I squeezed, feeling the weakness of her power. Her skin was cold, when it should have been warm. My own skin erupted in goose bumps as I released her and stepped back.

      And you’re sure that if I get rid of Xvair Harvey, everything will return back to normal? You’ll be able to bring me back from the dead?

      Nodding slowly, all four ancestors stepped back in unison. Together, they opened their mouths, speaking as one. We are the protectors of Mother Nature’s magic. The ley line is compromised, but if you can achieve this mission, we will restore the magic as well as your life.

      Will you allow me to still use your power? We are running out of time.

      They glanced at one another before the head of the group raised a hand in the air. Yes, Gemma Abbott, you may use our power to bring down Xvair Harvey once and for all.

      Before I could reply, wind whipped around me, throwing my hair into my eyes. The dark strands flicked my face, causing irritation. When the wind died down, I was laying in my bed, the sound of my phone blasting in my ear.

      Groaning, I rolled over and snatched up the phone. My mother’s name flashed on the screen, but I hesitated to answer.

      A knock on my bedroom door was followed by Dave’s terrible singing. Without waiting for me to call him in, Dave thrust into the room with a tray in his hand. His eyes studied the newly decorated bedroom.

      My books were still my life, but I was getting older now. Sometimes, it was better to only have one room full of my favourite things. The living room was still jam packed with my book paraphernalia.

      Your mum has tried to contact you, he muttered, placing the tray on the bed beside me.

      Two slices of toast, thick with chocolate spread, rested beside a bowl of Coco Pops. Dave obviously knew that my chocolate addiction was as strong as ever.

      Running his hand over my newly wallpapered reading alcove, Dave clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth, avoiding eye contact with me.

      The ancestors...

      Hushing me, Dave rushed over and almost bounced on the bed as he sat down. Wait, why aren’t you back?

      Resisting the urge to push him off the bed, I took a mouthful of the toast and chewed slowly, smiling to myself when my colleague shook his head.

      The ley line is still in jeopardy. Lucien Harvey was causing major damage, but his father is the reason that the veil between Hell and Earth is so thin.

      Snatching the other half of my toast, Dave looked at the ceiling thoughtfully. Don’t tell me. Holding his finger to his temple, he closed his eyes tightly. We have to find Xvair and kill him.

      How did you know? Rolling my eyes, I got up from the bed, reaching to take my top off before I realised what I was doing.

      When I turned back to Dave, his eyes were glued to my bare stomach. Tugging my top down, I awkwardly laughed to myself as I grabbed my outfit for the day, ready to retreat from the room.

      Your mother wants to see you. His gaze had dropped to the breakfast on the bed.

      Taking a deep breath, I tried not to let my shoulders slump. She’s not going to let me find Brianna. I have to combine the two if I want to save my friend and the Earth.

      Getting up from where he sat, Dave grabbed the tray and headed towards the door. Well, he said, flicking my hair as he walked past. Before we can do anything, you need to get dressed.

      My phone started ringing again, the urgency clearly coming from my mother. Grabbing it, I pressed the button and greeted her with a grunt.

      Agent Gemma Abbott, she said, rather officially. You are requested to join me in my office within the hour.

      The harsh words were followed by beeping. Apparently, my mother had ordered me to the Paranormal MI5 building before hanging up the phone. Nice woman.

      Told you she wanted to see you, Dave said, rushing out of the door before I could throw my phone at his head.

      Not bothering to shower, I threw on my clothes and rushed through my morning routine. For my mother to call me by my official agent name meant that something was wrong. As soon as I had found out that Brianna had been kidnapped by Lucien, my gut instinct had told me to try and find her before anything else. Now that the ancestors had intervened, I would have to find a way to do both.

      Tempted to flash to the building without Dave, I forced myself to stop just as his heavy footsteps came back up the stairs.

      Meeting him at the bedroom door, I grabbed his hand and flashed us with the magic that the ancestors had kindly provided.

      When we landed onto the pavement outside the building, Dave almost stumbled. He scowled at me, his firm chest rubbing against my ear as I steadied him. Taking a moment to compose himself, he tied his soft hair into a man bun, winking when I shook my head.

      I wonder what she wants, he said, trotting ahead of me.

      Dodging the pedestrians, I joined him as he went through the doors and into the old library.

      A pang clenched my chest every time I walked into the historical building. If only I could have seen it in its former glory. My books were my life, but my life was suddenly very complex.

      Straight up to the top. Dave indicated that I follow him to the elevator.

      My skin tingled as I caught several pairs of eyes glancing at me, their stare intent as their gazes followed me across the foyer. I pulled on my leather jacket, trying to close it to cover the T-shirt that I had chosen. It read Please don’t ask me out, my book boyfriend might get jealous.

      Kate stayed at the scene last night to use her seer powers, Dave said as we hustled into the lift. She’s written what she found in a report, but the Harveys went back to hiding their actions with the blurry scenes. Kate did, however, mention that Archie Roberts could do with a visit. I happen to agree with her there.

      The doors pinged shut and the elevator started to rise. Running a hand through my hair, I tried to get it to look as if I had bothered to make an effort.

      I agree.

      Glancing at Dave, I froze as an overwhelming urge to hug him fizzled through my body. I managed to stop myself from reaching out, but he watched me, a frown on his face. Taking his arm, I linked mine through it.

      You’re pleased I’m not dead, aren’t you? The tone of his voice was playful as he leant his head sideways and rested it on mine.

      The intimacy made me close my eyes, unable to look at our reflection and see that we were sharing a moment. The tall illusionist witch agent had become far too important to me. I hadn’t realised until I had seen his head pop off of his body. It was a good job that he was a great illusionist, otherwise I would no longer have an agent partner.

      Smiling at him, I nudged him in the ribs as I replied. Who else would I-?

      Marry? No one, I agree. Although, you did have a perfectly willing man just yesterday morning.

      Slapping his arm, I bit my lip as I tried not to laugh at his reference to Lucien.

      Unfortunately, when he stood straight and did an impression of Lucien - by getting down on one knee - I couldn’t help but giggle.

      When the doors slid open, my mother barked an incoherent request. She was standing in the corridor, her hands on her hips.

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