Wiccan Owen Rhys inherits a house outside a small town, where he hopes the solitude will help with his music. But a zealously religious neighbor is convinced he’s a devil worshiper, and her gossip causes the townspeople to view Owen with suspicion. A series of pranks ensues, including dead animals left on his porch, threatening the feral cats living on Owen’s property. Though a bit out of practice, Owen casts a spell to summon a protector -- someone to convince the town the gossip is false and prevent the pranks from escalating. He confidently waits for his champion to arrive. Marc Elias is the town’s animal control officer and veterinarian. He considers himself a rational man who trusts in science and most certainly does not believe in magic. So when he receives a complaint that Owen is bewitching and torturing cats, he dismisses it as her imagination but goes to investigate. Owen is certain Marc is the protector summoned by the spell. But Marc sees Owen’s altar and hears desperate howling, and he has to put aside any attraction he may feel towards the young Wiccan to do his job. Will a little magic be all it takes for both men to get what they want?

Just a Little Magic

He heard the door open and Owen calling for him, fear deepening his voice.


Marc leaned out the exam room door and yelled, “Back here. Bring him here.”


Owen came running in, his face pale, his eyes wide and anxious. He was clutching a blanket-wrapped pile of orange that he gently laid on the exam table.


Marc flipped the blanket off and took his first look at his patient. His stomach sank. Shit. The cat was worse than Owen had described. Pupils dilated, barely breathing, just an occasional twitch in his limbs. Marc grabbed his stethoscope and listened for a heartbeat—one, a long pause, two, a longer pause, then nothing. He kept listening, hoping. But nothing. This was the part he hated. “Owen, I’m sorry. It’s too late. He’s gone.”


Marc watched as the desperate hope burning in Owen’s eyes was extinguished with tears. “No. Oh, no.” Owen moaned in sorrow as he leaned over the table and gathered Gideon to him.


Chapter 26