Tibet's Spiritual Storm (The Sheva Chronicles Book 6) by Michael Todd & Michael Anderle

Author:Michael Todd & Michael Anderle [Todd, Michael & Anderle, Michael]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: LMBPN Publishing
Published: 2025-01-13T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

Stanley checked his watch. It was now 1:30 a.m. Many hours had passed since the witches and the FBI agent raided the Appalachian site. He’d been tied up with meetings and phone calls all day, trying to mitigate the damage. Evelyn remained tired and useless. He hoped the brew he was concocting would restore her strength.

He added six drops of mercury to the pot on the stove. Pea-green steam wafted from the pot. He opened a drawer to the right of the stove and rummaged around but didn’t find what he needed.

He hated the mansion’s kitchen because he didn’t know where to find anything. This was one of six homes he owned, and he’d barely spent any time in it since purchasing it ten years ago. When he bought it, he envisioned long hours on the private Coral Island golf course. He hadn’t set the place up for working occult magic. All his good supplies were back at his primary residence in Manhattan. There, he had an entire ritual room stocked with all sorts of tools and ingredients.

He yanked another drawer open. Potholders. “Where the fuck are the spoons?”

The liquid on the stove simmered. Occasionally, bubbles of the viscous, blood-red liquid broke apart and splashed toward the ceiling.

After opening three more drawers, he found a spoon. He stirred the liquid, added a pinch of dried tarantula leg and a dash of gold flakes, and stirred again. The liquid transformed from red to silver, marking the completion of the work.

He turned off the burner and poured the liquid concoction into a tumbler. Then, he filled a second short glass with brandy. He carried both drinks down the long, wide hallway. Lush carpet cushioned his steps. When he arrived at the office doorway, Evelyn had no clue he was near.

That gave him a chance to appraise her unnoticed. She stood near the window, looking out at the surf. A white bandage covered her brow. She’d removed her trench coat and now wore only a thin silk dress in her favorite color, green.

Her platinum hair was twisted into a dozen ropes that reached the middle of her back. Dark circles pooled under her sunken eyes, and her skin appeared pale. She hunched her shoulders, shivered, and hugged herself. It looked like she was cold despite the muggy breeze through the open window.

She was once such a beauty, he thought as he stared. Not anymore.

She looked tired and too thin. Despite that, he was still attracted to her. Memories surged through him whenever he saw her or felt her touch.

He thought about their past. Long nights of lovemaking in luxurious hotel rooms in Rome and Venice. Then, he considered her failures and imprisonment. She’d spent months in confinement. Stanley had assumed things were over between them, but the Council of Barons had come to a decision. They say we need her on our side. They say I’m her handler.

He didn’t want to be Evelyn’s boss. It was too dangerous. My humanity makes me weak.

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