by Colleen Foley
I’d thought I had the
provenance of the whole mess figured. The vodun had made it clear that
Seth had to be the one to bind that soul into the jar she wanted so
I’d thought he was the one with the important job, chosen for his godforsaken magic. I’d been so wrong. Now I knew the answer .
Her instructions had been given in the hope of keeping him busy enough that he wouldn’t have to watch me kill his “mother.”
“You unmitigated bitch. Thank you.”
I drew my knife and moved forward, praying Seth would forgive me.