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door,” she said.
    “Huh?” I asked. What in the world was going on?
    In answer, Aunt Gwen simply pointed up at the pretty floral swag, hanging right above the shop’s door. “That, my girl, is a defensive ward. The dried herbs woven into it are protective and a spell has been worked into the design. It protects the store, wards off negativity, and keeps evil from entering.”
    “You mean the flowers above the door are a kind of protective spell?” I asked her. I tipped my head up to regard that floral swag more carefully. Come to think of it. there were similar dried floral arrangements above the back door of the shop and over both the main doors at the manor as well.
    “And what, it didn’t do its job right?” I asked. I still had so much to learn about magick.
    As Ivy and I stood there, looking up at the ‘ward’, all I knew was that I wanted away from it. Especially if it was broken. “So you’re saying that Julian Drake is evil ?” I demanded. Without thinking about what I was doing or why, I put my hand on Ivy’s arm and drew her away, out from underneath that large arrangement of dried flowers.
    As if on cue, the swag suddenly dropped, and fell hard, as if it weighed hundreds of pounds. It hit the wide planked oak floor of the shop with an impressive thud. The arrangement broke apart on impact, and dried herbs and flowers seem to explode and scatter everywhere when they hit the floor.
    Ivy and I both squeaked and jumped back when the floral swag fell. Now we all stood waving our hands in front of our faces, and coughing as the dried herbs floated slowly back down to the oak floor.
    “My spidey senses are tingling all over.” Ivy said as she looked up to where the floral swag had hung, and then down to where it had burst all over the floor. She shuddered dramatically.
    I couldn’t help but shudder in reaction as well.

CHAPTER FOUR
    “Well that explains it.” Aunt Gwen said in a grim voice as she looked down at what was left of the floral arrangement. “The ward has taken all of the negativity it can, the protective spell is spent.”
    “I can help you clean it up.” I reached down to pick up the bigger pieces of the floral arrangement off the floor.
    “No!” Aunt Gwen’s sharp reply stopped me in my tracks and I gaped at her. She closed her eyes and took a deep stabilizing breath and seemed to pull herself together. As she exhaled, the serenity I typically associated with my aunt returned to her.
    “Don’t touch it.” She told us, as she reached out and flipped the lock on the door, spinning the door sign over to ‘Closed’. “We have work to do,” she announced.
    “Are we going to do a protection spell, right now?” Ivy asked, practically rubbing her hands together in anticipation. That was new. I had never seen the family do an actual spell together before.
    Aunt Gwen looked over at the two of us. “No time like the present.” Her tone was gentler, but still serious. “Ivy, I would like you to go and pick out two big chunks of the black tourmaline.”
    Ivy nodded and hurried to the crystal display and picked out two palm sized pieces of the chunky crystals. Aunt Gwen sent me into the back of the store for a dust pan and her big, hand-made willow broom. When I came back, I found she’d gathered up a black votive candle, a glass candle holder, a bottle of spring water, and a stick of dragon’s blood incense from the store’s stock. Then she pulled out a big black garbage bag and a container of salt from under the front counter.
    Explaining that she wanted the two of us to stay away from the broken floral arrangement, Aunt Gwen took the broom and dustpan from me, and swept up the herbs and the pieces of the floral swag and put them inside of the garbage bag. She handed me her broom when she finished and set the container of salt down on the floor at her side.
    She lit the little black votive candle and set it in a glass holder and placed it in the display window to the left of