Free Half Past the Witching Hour (Paranormal Personnel Saga #3) by Joanna Mazurkiewicz Page B

spell to relieve whatever hell was inside me. Tron believed that my blackouts wouldn’t occur again if I could stay away from intense emotions, but how I was supposed to follow his advice if Nathaniel was back?
    Once I got into a hot bath, I closed my eyes. The silence helped me to calm down, decrease the energy, and ignore the hot pulsations all over my body. I thought about Mum; her life seemed perfect. She didn’t have to worry about the magic or a super rich ex boyfriend who was now engaged to someone else. My mum went into work, dealt with a normal human staff, cooked tea for my dad and lived life like she wanted to, without being involved with that whole magic business.
    As these unhappy thoughts collided in my mind, I heard a loud knock at my door. For a second I thought that it was just my imagination, that my mind was playing even more tricks on me. Then I heard the same loud knock again and again, so got out of my bubbly, relaxing bath pissed off even more. When I put my dressing robe on, I glanced at the clock. It was close to ten o’clock and I wasn’t expecting any visitors this time of night. I looked through the peephole, but it was dark in the corridor and I couldn’t see who was there.
    ‘All right, all right, I’m coming,’ I said, opening the door. My jaw dropped when I spotted Tron outside.
    ‘I’m sorry for the intrusion, but I thought that it would be in your best interest to visit you.’
    Still speechless, I stepped out of the way. I tugged my robe tightly around my body and shut the door as he walked inside. I wasn’t too happy about the fact that he knew my address. Besides, I didn’t expect to hear from him so soon after our disastrous first lesson.
    ‘So you are following me now or something?’ I asked, placing my hands on my hips. Tron had on a similar style old school suit like last time.
    ‘Julia, I know that you feel slightly overwhelmed with me being in your home, but I couldn’t leave you alone, especially now,’ Tron said, stroking his white moustache.
    ‘Right?’ I asked confused. ‘I thought that you said that I don’t have to worry about blackouts.’
    ‘You need to practise. I know that you didn’t follow my orders to stay away from any intense emotions. I can feel your unsettled power surging through this apartment. I knew that I had to see you today,’ Tron explained.
    ‘I feel fine, maybe drained a little, but I’m sure that I can handle this,’ I assured him.
    ‘Julia, stop lying. It’s obvious that something triggered your energy.’
    ‘How did you know where I live?’ I asked. ‘You could have called me, like the last time.’
    ‘I didn’t want to waste any valuable time. You live alone, Miss Taylor. I was aware that you wouldn’t be disturbed in your own home.’
    ‘Fine, take a seat. Let me put some clothes on and we can start,’ I agreed, giving up on arguments. I vanished into the bedroom, wondering how many more surprise visits like that I should expect. Instead of getting aggravated with this idea, I slipped my underwear on and the rest of my clothes. It was better to get this over with, to know if I could deal with magic. At least I wouldn’t have to see him tomorrow.
    ‘I’m ready. Where do we start?’ I asked, getting back to the living room.
    My elf teacher smiled, folding his fingers together. He probably didn’t expect me to be so agreeable.
    ‘We shall try with a few simple spells. I need to see if you can release any magic through spell casting,’ Tron suggested, with a nod. I thought that the whole training would be much more complex and he would have to take me somewhere away from human population. Grandma tried to teach me some spells, but I was always so distracted when I was around her. She kept saying that I just didn’t have talent for magic.
    Tron produced three plain glasses from the kitchen and put them on the table. Then I was asked to sit down on my sofa and concentrate. I didn’t want to shatter his hopes