The Babet & Prosper Collection II: Beware the Bogeyman, Celt Secrets, The Trouble With Voodoo, and A Friend in Need (The Babet & Prosper Collections Book 2) by Judith Post

Author:Judith Post [Post, Judith]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Mystery, shifters, romance, witches, voodoo, succubi, urban fantasy
Published: 2013-09-19T04:00:00+00:00

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Following the river to the settlement at the end of January didn't hold much appeal. The earth lay dormant. Birds and animals huddled somewhere, out of sight. Morgana curled on the back seat of Prosper's car, coiled in worry.

Babet didn't want to have the discussion now. It would ruin her concentration for the job she needed to do. Relief flooded her when Prosper turned on the radio for a distraction. His focus was on the job, too.

Babet's mind flitted from one thought to the next, incapable of staying put. By the time Prosper made the curve past the bog to the settlement, Babet's mind buzzed like an angry hornet's nest. Worries aside, she couldn't wait to talk to Nadine, hopefully to find answers. But before they reached the first house, the car died. Babet could feel a wall of oppressive magic. She could even taste it. She and Prosper grabbed their bags of talismans and set off on foot. Their legs moved, but energy pressed against them. They couldn't enter the settlement. Neither could Morgana, even though she slithered back and forth, looking for a weak spot.

Prosper frowned. "I can smell dark spells, but Were magic can't break them. Can you?"

"Oh, ye of little faith!" Babet shot him a dirty look. "Who lifted one curse after another from Emile's house so that you could get inside? And who opened the locks on Magrat's bespelled box?"

He raised his eyebrows in surprise. "A little defensive—you're worried you can't do it, aren't you?"

"You're damned right, I am. This is voodoo magic, not my own."

He shrugged. "All we can do is try. Give it your best shot."

Babet looked at her snake. "You're shivering. You might want to wait in the car. This might take a while."

The boa flicked her tongue in and out, lowering her head in disappointment before she started back to the car. Prosper went to open the door for her.

Babet inhaled, tasting the magic that surrounded the settlement—unfamiliar to her, but similar enough to identify. She started to work on the smallest component and said a counter-spell. To her surprise, her witch magic undid it. That let her taste the next. One by one, she released the magic until she reached the strongest spell. She inhaled, let the magic slide over her tongue, then grimaced. She stepped out of her shoes and pressed her feet to the earth. No vibration she recognized. She held her hands out, palms up. No prickles of witch magic. "I don't know this one. If I don't know it, I can't find a counter-spell."

Prosper sniffed the air. "It smells different. Like dark voodoo." He put two fingers under his tongue and blasted a whistle so loud, Babet flinched.

"Why did you do that?"

He motioned. The women in the nearest houses came to stand on their front porches. "So they'd know we're here."

"Brilliant." Babet waved to them. They left their homes and hurried to her and Prosper. Morgana thumped against the car window, and Prosper went to fetch her.

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