“Pleasure to meet you,” Nate lied, but he had the sense to bow.
“I know why you here.” Marie Laveau appeared solid. “What you bring to trade for my favor?”
I held out a bag of herbs, potions, stones.
“Not touching you, boy. Unclean you ain’t, but tainted you is. Some things not meant to interbreed with people.”
Nate cleared his throat. “I could offer a service.”
She cackled. “Why I need skinny white boy got no magic his own?”
“We have skills,” I offered.
“I take this high caliber trinket. Then we good.” Her hand disappeared into Nate’s chest.