Total pages in book: 196
Estimated words: 180438 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 902(@200wpm)___ 722(@250wpm)___ 601(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 180438 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 902(@200wpm)___ 722(@250wpm)___ 601(@300wpm)
“Yes, has it happened to you too?”
“Yes, it has.” I got my phone to show him the messages, but they were all gone. “Wait, how can this be? They were right here not too long ago. Check and see if yours are still there.”
He checked, and indeed his were still in his phone. Now he was back to suspecting me. “I promise you; this wasn’t me. Which means someone out there knows about us.” I can’t even tell him about the two hundred million dollars I’d lost, or he’d think I had used it to buy the stupid music catalog. Plus, if he found out that I’d dipped into the church membership funds again, he’d lose his mind.
“What the hell is all that noise at my gate? What did you do?” That idiot Andrews ran into my kitchen after being warned not to be seen here. I started to read him the riot act, but the look on his face stopped me cold.
“We’ve got a problem.”
Chapter 63
*Char*
“You betrayed the code. The only way for you to come back from this is to come clean and save yourself.”
“But I didn’t know; I had no idea what these people were into. They said it was a love spell. I needed the money. I don’t even….” Her cowering was sickening.
“Spare me the rhetoric. You know what can happen if you don’t do the right thing here and you’re running out of time. The spell is broken. He’s no longer under your control, and I’ve fixed it so it can never happen again. I don’t have to tell you what will happen if I send it back to you. Or how things may turn out the next time you cast since I’m locked onto you now.”
I saw the fear in her eyes and pressed on. She’s the worst kind of seer, the kind who preys on others for monetary gain. Like the medicine men, our craft is only supposed to be meant for good for the help and welfare of our fellow man. But over the centuries, the lines have been blurred, and the worst of us have lost our way.
This one got tangled up in something very dark, very dark, and very dangerous. It may have started out as nothing more than a love spell in her mind, but she knew, she saw, and she said nothing, did nothing, just carried on.
It’s never good when light gets attracted to darkness because, somehow, darkness always wins. Especially when you’re a sapling trying to be a tree, had this one stuck to tarot cards and readings, she would’ve been just fine, but instead, she crossed the line, mixing her natural gift with something way beyond her capabilities.
I know because I’ve spent the last week unraveling her work, and though it had been very effective, the way in which she’d done it with her minor capabilities on that score had been destructive. Hers was not the one handprint on Ryder and Elena’s demise, but the other one, the mother who had encouraged her underage daughter to fixate on someone else’s mate, will be dealt with in another way.
Her, I have an intense dislike for, as she was the mother, the life force of the subject, the one who carried her for ten months under her heart, and yet she’d done this thing that she herself should’ve known was not meant to be done.
This one, this Enya Pieck, had no doubt been in it for financial gain and the closeness this association would bring her to the rich and famous. How they found her out of all the reputable seers in the country is a mystery. But I can only surmise that she was the only one willing to do the unthinkable. Therefore she gets no sympathy from me.
No doubt they had paid her and paid her well. She didn’t seem convinced by my threats, even with the fear, so I took my phone from my pocket and showed her the recording I had there. “Is this your client?” On the screen, Janie Andrews could be seen screaming into the camera about naming names, times, and places and admitting that, yes, she had cast a spell on Ryder Sumner.
Some of what she disclosed was quite disturbing; some of it, most of it, in fact, bordering on illegal. If she did, in fact, name names, which I’m sure my cohorts will see that she does, then a lot of wealthy, very influential people will find themselves exposed.
“You’ll be next. Who will ever trust you again? Only the dark ones, but what then? What becomes of your soul? Are you not worried?” There, the fetid smell of sweat and fear was pungent in the air. She knew, and I knew, that I was stronger than she was, that I could overpower her with the flick of a finger. And that I didn’t need her to be in the middle of casting to attack.