Free Blood Prophecy (Witch Fairy) by Bonnie Lamer

this time.  “No, honey.  We do exist in another plane, an in between place, not where we came from and not where we’ll eventually go.  This plane is only separated from yours by a hair’s breath, which put your father in danger as he can’t protect himself as the rest of us can.  Though, I was starting to believe we wouldn’t be able to protect ourselves either,” she says and I can’t tell if that’s sadness and despair in her voice or fear.  Probably all three.  Great, my mom’s scared of me.  “If Kallen wasn’t here…”  She shakes her head.  “This is all my fault for keeping so much from you.  We all would have been safer if I had taught you the ways of magic as you grew up.”
     
    My mouth is still open from the first part of what she said.  It’s insane.  They’re ghosts, how could I hurt them?  I turn back to Kallen.  “Am I that dangerous?”  Please say no.
     
    “Yes."
     
    My face falls and I stare at a singed spot on the floor.  Kallen places a hand under my chin and lifts my face.  “But, you are learning control.  It was not me who brought you back from wherever your magic had taken you.  You did that.  I only lessened the damage while you took control back.  And now, I can reverse the damage.”
     
    “Okay,” I say quietly.  I felt so powerful a few minutes ago and now I feel defeated.  How can I fight off my enemies if I will end up hurting my family and Kallen in the process?
     
    Kallen pushes himself to his feet.  He’s a little wobbly, but other than that, he seems okay.  He holds his hand out to me and I let him help pull me up, though I’m not the least bit tired from having that much magic flow through me.  “Perhaps you could make your grandmother a cup of tea while I clean up.”
     
    I nod and give Grandma a half-hearted smile.  “Would you like tea?”
     
    “That would be lovely.”  Her smile is about a hundred watts brighter than mine.  “I’m afraid using magic tires me out quicker these days than it used to.”  She starts walking toward me with a slight limp, causing me to remember that she injured her ankle when I threw her across the room.  Knocked out, almost set on fire.  I bet she’s really happy she came to help, now.
     
    I walk over to her and put her arm around my shoulders and my arm around her waist.  “Let me help you,” I murmur.  It’s the least I can do since I’m the one who caused all of this.  We walk slowly to the kitchen.
     
    “I’ll let your father know it’s safe for him to come back in,” Mom says and she floats towards the place where the door was.  If she wasn’t a ghost, she wouldn’t be able to get through with the couch across it.  But, she can just float through it with her blond hair gently flowing behind her.  Are those singe marks on the ends of her hair?  I don’t think ghosts get split ends, so it must be.
     
    I help Grandma into one of the chairs at the kitchen table and then I fill the tea kettle with water.  After lighting the burner underneath it, I get a mug out of the cupboard.  From the pantry, I get a couple of different boxes of tea to give Grandma a choice.  “We used to have better tea when Mom still drank it,” I explain, “but Aunt Barb and I aren’t as picky as Mom was.  I’m afraid we only have Earl Grey and Orange Ginger Mint.”
     
    Grandma smiles again.  “I would love a cup of Earl Grey.”  As I putter around getting her tea ready, she says, “Your friend is quite extraordinary.  I’ve never met someone who could wield such magic.  Except you, of course.  He’s quite handsome, as well.  I can see why you’re drawn to him.” 
     
    Drawn to him?  What am I, a moth?  “But you hate the fact he’s a Fairy, right?” I ask and I’ll admit there’s some accusation in my voice. 
     
    Grandma shakes her head.  “No, but I am worried about his influence over you.”
     
    I whirl around to face her.  “What’s that supposed to