by Colleen Foley
I thought about screaming, but it was over
too quickly to bother. She pulled her hand back and closed it, snuffing
the impossibly purple-white glow in her palm.
“I leave you a bit. You goin’ to need it.”
“Where’s the priest?” Seth demanded.
“Here. Hiding.” She pointed to my chest.
help you find him; end him. He disrespect me…interbreed my power with
unclean things. Stain my good name. I give him something. A small
jar. You bring it back here when you done with him. I give you something high caliber in return.”
Her rich, throaty chuckle faded away.