Spandex Sorcery: A Paranormal Women's Fiction Novel: (Wanda's Witchery) (Haven Hollow Book 4) by J.R. Rain & H.P. Mallory

Author:J.R. Rain & H.P. Mallory [Rain, J.R.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Rain Press
Published: 2021-04-21T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

“What the bloody hell are we supposed to do with him?” Lorcan demanded, gesturing broadly at the steamer trunk which he’d pulled from the grave. It was now sitting on the ground, the two of us standing around it. Darla was at the far end of the backyard, busying herself with what? I didn’t know or care.

Instead, I found I couldn’t pull my attention away from Lorcan. His hair was a flyaway mess of golden waves. Sometime since he’d arrived, it had come half out of the tail at the base of his neck. The urge to touch it was nearly irresistible. I hadn’t planned to see him again until the duplex had been remodeled, and doing so now just made the memory of our last encounter surge to the fore. I clenched my hands into fists, squeezing until my knuckles turned white, just to keep myself from reaching for him. He was a vampire, for Goddess’ sake. I shouldn’t want to touch him. It was wrong, and probably just another symptom of this blasted connection we shared.

“If I knew what the spell to do with him, do you think I would’ve called you?” I shot back, and I couldn’t keep a note of exasperation from my voice. “This is technically your house, and we found the body here, so, naturally, I thought you should be the first person I called!” I took a deep breath as he cocked his head to the side as if my response was a good one. The penis. “Why did it take you so damn long to get here, anyway?”

“I was at the duplex, talking to a contractor about the damage.”

“And? What did he say?”

Lorcan shrugged. “He said it was the strangest mold infestation he’s ever seen.”

“Great.” Then something occurred to me. “Did you happen to… notice anything weird about the mold?”

“Beyond the fact that it’s overtaken the entire building?”

“I mean… did it sound like it was… talking?”

He looked at me and his eyebrows reached for the sky. “Talking?”

“Nevermind.”

“You are in luck, as regards one piece of this nightmarish puzzle,” he said and smiled at me. The expression was incredibly handsome and made my stomach drop. Oh, how I hated him!

“How’s that?”

“It seems anything already bespelled within the house was immune to the spores. Thus, your clothing and furniture are fine. The duplex, however, is going to need to be torn down to the studs and then rebuilt.”

“What?” I demanded, my eyes going wide.

“What part of that did you not understand?”

“You’re going to have to tear down the duplex?”

He nodded. “Quite so. The entire thing, too, as apparently the spores spread to both sides, yours and Fifi’s.”

Well, that was just great. “So, now what do I do?”

“Well, luckily for you, you are standing on the grounds of your new home,” he answered as he clapped his hands together and motioned to the house behind us.

“No way.”

“No way?”

“There was a murder here, Lorcan!”

“And?”

“And that’s just bad juju.”

I glanced askance at the steamer trunk. Night had fallen in earnest, and now I could barely make out more than a general shape in the moonlight.

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