THE NECROMANCER - Book 2
WITCHY WOMAN
Pamela M. Richter
TABLE OF 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
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
About the Author
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Chapter 1
Lucifer kept trying to bat the diamond off the table.
A kaleidoscope of rainbow colored reflections sparkled and danced around the walls of the room. He hit the glittering, faceted jewel like a champion hockey player, back and forth across the table.
The diamond was shaped like a long glimmering bullet, so it spun around in circles until it finally reached the end of the table. Then Lucifer gave a final great swat with one small paw, propelling it to the carpet.
He pounced on his treasure, and then started the hockey dribbling again, running and passing the jewel paw to paw.
Michelle laughed at the kitten’s antics until she noticed he was headed straight toward the lanai. The sliding glass door was open for the cool Hawaiian trade winds.
Michelle bounded up, almost falling on her face, as she scooped up the tiny cat with one hand and grabbed the diamond with the other, just before it rolled out the door. It had been on a trajectory to plunge off the balcony and down fifteen floors into the pool below her condominium. If it fell in the pool she’d never find it.
“Close one,” Michelle said to Lucifer. “Were you just playing or trying to get rid of it?”
Lucifer never answered, but he was squirming, so she gently lowered him to the floor. She went back to the table, sat down, placed the diamond in front of her, and started working the pliers on a thin silver metal cord she would wrap around the diamond. It would make a beautiful necklace.
Lucifer leapt back on the table, crystal blue eyes intently focused on the gem.
“Oh, no you don’t,” Michelle said. She picked up the diamond, got a cup from the kitchen, popped it inside and put it on the table. No use tempting Lucifer with a shiny toy to play with.
Lucifer daintily pranced to the cup, eyed the prize, head sideways, tail swishing back and forth. A front paw dipped inside, scrabbled around, but he couldn’t grab it. He reminded Michelle of a cartoon she’d seen about a cat dunking his paw in a fish bowl, trying to catch the gold fish.
Lucifer glanced at Michelle, tail whipping back and forth in annoyance. Michelle tried not to smile. The little guy was sensitive, after all.
She watched the cat as his head went up and he became statue-still for a few seconds. Then he jumped off the table and ran to the door. Someone was coming. Lucifer was almost like a watch dog. Michelle waited for a knock, which came seconds later. It was the tattoo rhythm she knew well and Michelle rushed across the room to let her best friend in.
“I missed you so much!” Heather said when Michelle opened the door. “Did you see your parents and brother? And did they like Rod? Did you meet his father? Whoa, talk about traumatic; meeting the relatives.”
Heather was nearly out of breath, laughing and hugging Michelle. She had so much energy she was almost bursting with enthusiasm.
Michelle smiled and tried to answer everything at once. “It was a wonderful, super vacation; Rod’s excellent but had to go back to work in Japan. My parents loved Rod...my brother liked him, too. And Rod’s father is great. I was nervous about meeting him, you know, but he’s like Rod; tall, a red-head, and easy going.”
They were moving toward the kitchen to get coffee like they always did, when Heather spotted the silver wire cords, cut in various lengths, pliers and cup. “What are you doing there?”
“Making a necklace with the diamond Omar gave me.”
Heather stopped and was staring into the cup. “That can’t be real.”
“Actually, I think it is,” Michelle said. “It was in the fire when we were all on the beach in Kauai. It didn’t melt.”
“If it’s real, you can quit your job and go buy an island,” Heather said. “Can I see it?”
“Sure,” Michelle said. “I’ll get the coffee. Don’t let Luce play with it, though. He’s acting kind of strange.”
Heather picked up the sparkling jewel with two fingers, held it up, and eyed it through the light coming in through the windows. “Why don’t you get it appraised? It’s actually pretty heavy for the size. The facets look perfect—like they were done by a machine or something—it’s like a big faceted, oblong marble. But it’s probably quartz, or a CZ fake.”
“I could check the authenticity, but what if it is real? You can’t keep something like that a secret. I’ve checked, and it would be one of the biggest diamonds on record. At least in cut diamonds. They’ve found larger ones, but they’re all uncut. The cut diamonds—well, this is one of the biggest in the world, if it’s real.”
“And Omar just gave it to you?”
“He was doing this spell when I came in
