Voodoo Sprinkles by Yolanda Allard

Author:Yolanda Allard [Allard, Yolanda]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Crazy Ink
Published: 2020-02-22T16:00:00+00:00

Eight

After I shut down the shop, I hastily make my way down side streets and back alleys towards Anya’s house. I want to see Mémère and the guys, although I won’t tell them about the doomed date I agreed to go on. Walking through the town I’m completely on alert. Anytime I spot an immortal guard, I turn down a different street or into a nook in order to avoid them. A few times I feel more than see someone following me. Every time I turn to find out, all I see is more fog. No shadows, no movement. The town is still being covered in magical fog as soon as the sun sets. Gripping mists wind their way around every light post and tree. It clings and crawls up the side of buildings making the town look like we all passed over to the spirit realm. If it were any thicker, I would assume the town was on fire and we just didn’t know it.

In the last week that I’ve been hiding at Wraith’s, I’ve gotten as much news as I can from around town. We questioned other necromancers, sent Bran out to spy on conversations, and asked spirits that hang around if they had heard anything. At night we would sit on the roof of her shop and watch the immortal guards casually make their way through the streets. Only it is anything but casual. They’re all timed, on a schedule. The society has its own law, its own police force, almost entirely run by werewolves. They don’t patrol the streets like this. I watched the Après LaMort P.D. standing next to the immortals patrolling with them. That doesn’t seem like the counsel staying out of the way or following their own rules to me. For now, all necromancers, priestesses and cala alike, should stay out of the way of immortals and the counsel. I’m just not sure how to get the word out about that without putting a giant target on my back. The best I can do is tell Mémère, Dante, and Eugene.

I turn through iron gates onto Anya’s front walk. When I’m almost to her door, beside and almost behind me I sense movement. I turn as slightly as I can and notice a sliver of a form behind a tree that could be a shadow, or just mist. I stop and wait. It moves again, this time completely behind the tree. I pull an athame out of my pocket, holding it low by my side. I walk as quietly as I can towards the tree taking slow deliberate steps. I’m not a reaper so I cannot be completely silent, but I can try. If it’s one of the immortals I don’t know what I’ll do. I hold fast to the athame as if it alone can give me the courage to find out what’s back there. Before the immortals there wasn’t much I feared, most wouldn’t dare try to harm or take on a high priestess of a coven as large ours.

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