Witch on the Case
La Fay Chronicles 3
Mina Carter
New York Times & USA TODAY Bestselling Author
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Foreword
Blast Off with us into the Magic and Mayhem Universe!
I’m Robyn Peterman, the creator of the Magic and Mayhem Series and I’d like to invite you to my Magic and Mayhem Universe.
What is the Magic and Mayhem Universe, you may ask?
Well, let me explain…
It’s basically authorized fan fiction written by some amazing authors that I stalked and blackmailed! KIDDING! I was lucky and blessed to have some brilliant authors say yes! They have written brand new stories using my world and some of my characters. And let me tell you…the results are hilarious!
So here it is! Blast off with us into the hilarious Magic and Mayhem Universe. Side splitting books by fantabulous authors! Check out each and every one. You will laugh your way to a magical HEA!
For all the stories, go to https://magicandmayhemuniverse.com/. Grab your copy today!
And if you would like to read the book that started all the madness, Switching Hour is FREE!
https://robynpeterman.com/switching-hour/
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
Epilogue
Also by Mina Carter
About the Author
1
“If you would just learn to say no, we wouldn’t be in this situation.”
Garlick the cat strutted ahead as Daffi, Daffodil McGee to those not her friends, negotiated the busy rush-hour streets with a loaded tote bag and a coffee. Negotiated was a very loose term. Currently, most of the negotiation could be considered hostile, and Daffi was definitely on the losing side.
“Sorry... so sorry... if I could just squeeze through that g... Oh, I do beg your pardon. No, please, after you...”
She finally emerged from the mass just in front of the entrance to the tube station to find Garlick, her familiar, sitting and waiting for her. If he’d been human, he would have been tapping his fingers on his arms.
“You cannot blame me for rush hour traffic,” she told him as they descended into the bowels of the earth, otherwise known as the tube network.
Even though the day hadn’t yet heated up, the wash of pungent, sticky air from below was enough to make her start sweating in sympathy. It never truly got cold down here, the heat actually increasing as the two descended. Garlick’s tail waved like a banner above him. The normals whittered about braking waste heat from the trains and the mass of people who used it every day. Personally, Daffi thought it had more to do with the dragons. But whatevs. Norms never saw what was right in front of their noses, with or without magic, so she wasn’t surprised they hadn’t noticed the nesting beasties in the abandoned side tunnels. Probably thought they’d stumbled across some kind of subterranean weather balloon storage.
“I can blame you for being out half the night because you just ‘couldn’t say no’ to Daisy Bannerton,” the cat retorted smartly, flicking her a look over his shoulder as he somehow managed to navigate a path through the throng of office workers, students, and tourists. Quickly she tucked in behind him as they crowded onto the escalator down.
Rush hour was the worst time to travel in London, but she had no choice. She’d already been late for her job at the Unnatural History Museum twice this month and her boss, Ms. Whipsnide? Well, Daffi was sure the woman slept with a clock and a staff agenda. Probably a stick up her ass too.
A commuter in a smart suit almost trod on Garlick, but a deep, dangerous growl made the man look around quickly and skitter away, his gaze sliding over the pair of them. Norms didn’t see witches and their familiars. Not unless they wanted to be seen anyway. And even for a witch’s familiar, Garlick was unusual.
He claimed to be demon-possessed. She thought he was making it up so he could call himself Lord Mephistopheles of the third circle. When he’d first been assigned to her, all fat kitten belly and big paws, he’d insisted she call him “his lordship.” She’d booped him on the nose and fed him treats instead.
“Don’t scare the norms,” she hissed as they followed the crush down onto the platform. The museum was five stops down the line. “Remember the last time? They shut three tube stations because they thought there was an escaped panther from the zoo.”
Garlick flicked an ear, unconcerned. “Not my fault stupid humans can’t tell the difference between a domestic cat and a feline of the larger classes.”
“You were six feet at the shoulder!” Daffi hissed, just as she collided with a commuter.
It was like slamming into a brick wall as her hand closed around her coffee mug. Made of the thinnest paper possible before either burning her fingers to the bone from the lava-heat of the fluid within or simply disintegrating, it didn’t have the structural integrity to stand up to a claw-like grip. The lid popped off, shooting up into the air, and was eagerly followed by her triple expresso shot, mocha-choco-latte.
Which then ended up decorating the front
