One Corpse Open Slay by Dakota Cassidy

Author:Dakota Cassidy [Cassidy, Dakota]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Cozy, paranormal, Christmas
Publisher: Dakota Cassidy
Published: 2020-11-23T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 9

“Santa baby, slip a sable under the tree, for me…”

“Twyla!” I yelled. “Staaahhhp!”

As you know, I have some experience with making someone let go of something they shouldn’t have in their mouth (PhilPhilPhil), but this was the mother of someone I knew, a member of the community I respected.

Still, I grabbed her around the waist and Hobbs grabbed Blanche, who was fit to be tied, if the caterwauling she was doing was any indication.

“Mrs. Good, let go! You’re hurting her!” I urged.

But Blanche, obviously not one to back down, leaned forward in Hobbs’s embrace, reached out, grabbed Twyla’s hair and yanked so hard, I was surprised she didn’t pull a thatch of it out.

“Miss Ritter, let go of Mrs. Good’s hair!” Hobbs ordered sternly with a shout.

But these were two women scorned. They were fighting over a man. A worthless man. Though, in their defense, when it came to matters of the heart, no one understood better than I reason flew right out the window.

No one was giving in, and as the crowd around us gathered, I knew I had to do something. I just wasn’t sure how to do it without getting caught.

Wrapping my arm tighter around a howling Mrs. Good’s waist, I pinched her flesh with my fingers and leaned into her, and as Blanche clung to her hair, I whispered, “Free yourself from a jealous rage, to move forward, you must turn the page!”

Almost instantly, and to my relief, Mrs. Good let go, spitting Blanche’s finger out as though it were rancid, while Hobbs managed to peel Blanche’s white-knuckled fingers from Twyla’s hair.

Both women faced off, huffing and puffing, their chests heaving, their eyes wild. Blanche’s finger was dripping blood, a huge gash in it, but if I could get to her, I could remedy that and maybe she wouldn’t threaten what I felt sure she was bound to threaten.

Tears filled Blanche’s eyes, now dripping mascara down her perfectly made up face. “I’m going to have you arrested for assault. You’re insane! Look at my finger!”

Yep. That’s what I thought she was going to threaten.

I pulled some tissues from the pocket of my jacket and grabbed Blanche’s hand. “Let me see, Blanche.”

Before she could deny me, I reached for her hand and tucked it into mine. I didn’t want to eradicate the injury, that would be far too suspicious. But I wanted to staunch the bleeding and possibly lessen the bite wound.

As I held her hand, I assessed it and, no joke, Twyla had sunk her teeth in deep, but I covered it in the tissue as Blanche hissed in pain, then rolled my other hand over the stain seeping into the paper. Magic coursed through my veins, hot and fast, so at least I knew I was on the right track.

The worry being, if I pulled that tissue away and her finger had turned into a hot dog, due to the stress my magic experiences, there was going to be trouble, what with so many people around.

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