Ghost in the Spell by Renee George

Author:Renee George
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Renee George

CHAPTER 14

The same short man answered the door. He had a long beard resembling a bib over his gray cloak. His cowl was in the exact same position, off his head, and on his shoulders. I noted the Wheel of Taranis on his forehead. Lu called them cannibals, and I had the sudden urge to yell, “You’re eating people! Soylent green is people!”

I managed to resist, but just. The last time I’d taken a step back once, I’d realized they were witch-sacrificing druid assholes, but this time, I pushed the little guy aside and walked right in.

It was fun watching the bluster leave Derrick Asher’s expression. “Iris,” he said, adjusting his stance. “I bet you’re surprised to see me.”

“Not really,” I said, feigning boredom. “What was my mother’s name?” I asked. If I only got one question, that was the one I wanted him to answer the most.

Again, he looked like I’d popped his swagger balloon. There was nothing quite so festive as a deflated ego. “What makes you think—”

“I know you’re the sperm donor, jackhole. Just tell me my mother’s name.” Thankfully, I could still feel my magic flowing in my veins. The mojo bag was holding. “If you do, I’ll give you what you want.”

“And what do you think I want?” he asked.

“My magic, of course. It’s what every megalomaniac wants.”

He arched a brow. “And you’ll give it willingly if I answer your question.”

“Well, actually, there are a few questions that I want answered.”

“If this were a modern cop show, I’d think you were wearing a wire.” He laughed at his jibe. The joke was on him; I was wearing a wire. Sort of. My radio was on, and my backup could hear everything being said. Derrick rolled his hand at me in a grand gesture. “Fine. Ask your questions.”

Five or six druids had gathered behind me, most of their faces covered with hoods. I saw a Redbeard’s long straggly facial hair sticking out. I didn’t have to see his face to know it was him. After watching him kill that poor woman, I hoped he died slowly and horribly.

“Who is my mother?”

“Her name was Heather Goodall.”

Was? I guess that confirmed my suspicion. My birth mother was dead. “Did you sacrifice her?”

He raised a brow. “She was mine to do with as I wished,” was his reply. I took that as a yes.

“Did she know of your plans for me?”

“Oh, how she ran when she discovered the truth. As badly as she wanted you, I should’ve known she’d hidden you away. She possessed spirit magic and could see how special you were from the moment you were conceived.” He savored the words. “Her power was magnificent, but I know it’s a mere dip in your well.”

I shuddered at his lively retelling. “And Bogmall?” I asked. “Do you know about her?”

He grinned, his capped teeth gleaming, even in the dimly lit room. I wanted to knock them all out. “Of course, I know about her. For the longest time, I thought she was you.

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