Clarity by Christina C Jones

Author:Christina C Jones [Jones, Christina C]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Warm Hues Creative
Published: 2024-06-18T18:30:00+00:00

* Upstairs - Haitian Creole

* She’s back - Haitian Creole

* Good Evening - Haitian Creole

* She seems different - Haitian Creole

* Relax, mama, please - Haitian Creole

* Did I read this right? - Haitian Creole

* Lord help us - Haitian Creole

Five

Sexy ass vampire.

Hm.

It was concerning really, how just a little more information—such as my mother’s life being at stake—made the truth of the description Roseline had given for Parris so much easier to admit.

To myself.

Before cracking open that grimoire, sure, I’d certainly admired the Black brothers for their looks. The obligation the pages held though, written by some seer in my family’s distant past, had flipped some switch in my brain, making me reject the idea that there was some benefit in connection to him.

My body, however, had not gotten that memo.

But now, knowing that attaching myself to him would put the seal on some ancient promise of restoration?

Yeah, sexy ass vampire was correct.

An understatement, even.

Parris was draped in the doorway, looking specifically unamused as I moved closer. I started to ask why he hadn’t simply come inside. The shop itself wasn’t a private residence, so he didn’t need to be invited like he would to get upstairs.

Then I saw the rune work around the door.

A trap.

“You did that?” I asked Roseline, turning to find her with her arms crossed, wearing a smirk as she nodded.

“Yep. Came to me in a dream last night, and I had no idea why I might want to trap a vampire, but… here we are.”

I nodded, moving to where Parris was still stuck there in the doorway. Examining the spell piece by piece, I deciphered each part—keeping him in place, forcing his silence, suppressing his power.

It was beautiful.

“Should I let him out?” Roseline asked. “He might be pissed.”

Parris hiked an eyebrow at her, and I laughed. “Might is wild. He definitely is. But that’s okay.” I nodded. “You can let him out.”

From beside me, Roseline reached out, dragging a finger through the runes to create a smudge that broke the spell.

Immediately, Parris stepped in, chest heaving, fangs extended.

“What the fuck was that about?!” he asked. “Why the hell is that even something you can do?” He pointed that question at Roseline, but before even giving her a chance to answer, he’d already looked back at me. “Don’t you ever fucking think about it.”

I smiled. “I don’t know… I can definitely think of a few applications of a spell like that where you’d have quite a good time.”

His eyes narrowed at me, processing what I’d said for a moment before he grabbed me at the wrist. “We need to have a conversation.”

Before I could object, he'd already pulled us out of the shop in such a whirlwind of speed, I lost my bearings. Luckily, I knew my city well enough to be quite familiar with my surroundings, any surroundings. Once we’d finally stopped, I looked around with a smirk before I met his eyes.

"Is this supposed to scare me?" I asked, gesturing at the labyrinth of above-ground tombs that comprised St. Louis Cemetery No.

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