By Colleen Foley
I fired several shots, hoping the muzzle flash would help me locate the vodun. It didn’t.
I was yanked face first to the floor amongst broken curio jars and
several inches of goo. My heart was on fire. I was able to gasp in one
breath. Bad idea. Slop bubbled into my mouth, and a stray finger began
slowly caressing my lower lip.
I had the temerity to laugh as I
watched Seth move unerringly towards our inheritance, following his own
magic. He didn’t know it yet, but we were both to gain something from
If we survived.