By Colleen Foley
I palmed the vial, taking care that the Houngan not see. Seth seemed a bit more stable as my marks bled…into him?
I needed to elicit a chain of particular responses, one instrument at a
time, building, becoming a symphony, or this was all going to go to
“Why drag us back here? You could have finished this at the house. I know you were there.”
He smiled indulgently.
“So that capricious whore could see the end, of course. Because she denied me.”
An outraged shriek pierced the sounds of wind and driving rain.
She was coming.