Free A Lost Witch (A Modern Witch Series: Book 7) by Debora Geary Page A

suddenly seeping in every which way.  She’d just needed enough love to let it land. 
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    “You are in so much trouble.”
    Nell raised an eyebrow as her daughter landed in the middle of the living room, mind spewing healer indignation.  “Which ones of us?”
    Ginia glared.  “All of you.  I can feel her channels yelling from here.”  She sat down by Lauren, hands gentler than her voice.  “How come you’re so silly, hmm?  Why did nobody come get me hours ago?”
    Time to assert some maternal authority.  “We were hoping not to need you, sweetie.  We have a bit of a situation and we didn’t want to involve you unless we had to.”
    “Oh, you mean the crazy witch?”  Ginia was already digging in her potions bag.  “Is she okay?”
    Shit.  Once upon a time, they’d actually been able to keep a secret from the smaller inhabitants of Witch Central.  “We don’t know yet.”
    Her daughter was frowning at her patient again.  “What happened to you, anyhow?  When Aervyn cooks your channels, they don’t usually feel like this.”  Hands swept in circles an inch over Lauren’s head.  “They’re all bumpy.  Did the crazy witch do this to you?”
    “She’s not crazy,” said Lauren, careful not to move.  “She’s got precog, just like your Gramma Retha and Uncle Jamie.”
    Nell was often proud of her daughters—but watching Ginia’s temper ramp up in three seconds flat made her heart dance. 
    Fire flashed in their young healer’s eyes.  “They locked her up for being a witch?”
    “No, lovey.”  Nell knew something about asking warriors to stand down.  “We don’t think she can control her precog.  She’s in a safe place right now, with people who care about her.”  She glanced at Lauren, making sure that was still the consensus.
    “Yup.  She’s a witch, but she also might not be okay out in the world right now.”  Lauren cuddled her niece into her side.  “You’d like Dr. Max.  He’s funny, and he thinks most doctors are pretty dumb.  And he really likes Hannah.”
    “Is he a witch?”  Ginia sounded entirely skeptical.
    “No.  But he’s a healer.  A good man who wants to help her get better.”
    “Having magic isn’t a sickness.”  Ninety pounds of determined girl took her stand.  “If she can’t control her magic, she needs witches, not doctors, even if they’re really nice ones.”
    Nell joined her daughter on the couch.  Some things were mom jobs, even when the aunts were very capable and loved deeply.  “Some talents aren’t very easy on the witches who have them—precog’s one of those.  We don’t know yet how much harm has happened to Hannah.  We might need Dr. Max’s help.”
    Ginia struggled with that and then nodded slowly.  “Aunt Moira says it’s smart to make sure the good people are on your side.”
    Moira was very wise in the ways of training headstrong witchlings.  Once again, Nell said a quick, heartfelt thanks for the deep community circled round her children.  Witch Central was full of good people.  “We need to learn more about Hannah so we can figure out how best to help her.”
    “I can look in the old texts.  I’ll get Kevin to help me.  And Sophie.  There were more people with precog in the old days—maybe we can learn something.”
    Nell’s heart squeezed.  “This could get really hard, love bug.  Hannah might be pretty sick.”
    “I know that magic can hurt people.”  Suddenly Ginia looked like the child she still was.  “But I have to learn about this stuff.”
    The thought unsaid pounded into every mind-witch head in the room.  In case it ever hurts my brother.
    Oh, God.  Nell pulled her fierce, loyal, brave girlchild into her lap and did her daughter the honor of not trying to take her sword away.  “I love you very much.”
    “I know.”  Breezy preteen girl was back in an instant.  “And I’m a good healer, so you should let me help.  If I get sad, there are lots of people to