by Colleen Foley
Seth's spell galled me to no end. The
fact that I could do nothing really pissed me off. But I felt like six
layers of crap on an already ugly wall. Even Seth's touch had hurt.
“What the hell kind of magic did this?”
He glanced at me and shrugged. "Dunno, closest I can taste of it is Voodoo, but even that's not quite right.”
“OK, Emeril. So if you can't taste it, how do we figure out what it is? It's invisible, even to you.”
“For starters.... blood test.”
“Stop the car. Right now.”
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