What to Expect When Your Demon Slayer is Expecting (Biker Witches Mystery Book 8) by Angie Fox

Author:Angie Fox [Fox, Angie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781939661517
Publisher: Moose Island Books
Published: 2018-04-17T04:00:00+00:00

12

I lost him! I couldn’t believe I lost him.

I scrambled to the edge of the pool, brushing away the witches’ feathery magic, trying to see past the blazing light and magic remnants floating down and the spots in my eyes from the sudden switch from dark to light.

“What did you do?” I demanded, scanning the swirling depths of the pool. The water had lightened back to green. I could see the bottom. It was awful.

“I had it!” In my grip. “You made me lose it!”

The witches had never blown a trap like that, not that we’d ever done a trap, but they’d never screwed up a mission before. I turned and saw Grandma glaring at me, her arms crossed, ready for a fight.

It was as if she’d done it on purpose. “What the hell did you do?” I demanded.

“I saved your life,” Grandma shot back, “probably your afterlife as well.”

Fat chance. I shot to my feet and strode to her. “I had the scavenger right in my sights! I was about to smash it!”

Grandma met me halfway. “It didn’t look right. It didn’t smell right. Hell, it didn’t act right.”

And suddenly she was the expert? “It’s a scavenger from the Scour. How’s it supposed to act?” It was dark and creepy. Stinky, too. What else did she want? This was ridiculous. “You’d never even heard of one until the spirit told you about it.”

Her expression darkened. “Told you,” she countered. “And I don’t know what that was in the pool, but it wasn’t a creature of the dark. If it was, our wards would have gone crazy.” She pointed at the bags hanging over every window. “They didn’t even twitch. There was no new evil coming into play, Lizzie. The only evil we’re dealing with is the one you invited in.”

Okay, that was the reason for the silence spells, for the covered pots of who-knew-what, and for the witches refusing to let me help set up. They were shutting me out. They didn’t trust me!

Unbelievable. “You haven’t been with me from the start.” Apprehension flashed over Grandma’s face, but she didn’t deny it. She’d gone in to this thing convinced we were taking too much of a risk. And then she’d made it a self-fulfilling prophecy.

She dug her thumbs under her belt. “That spirit is bad news, Lizzie.”

“I know that.” I wasn’t an idiot. Although it seemed I’d been a fool to trust the biker witches—my friends, my own grandmother. I ran a hand over my face. This was a disaster. “Look, I get that I shouldn’t be messing with the spirit. That part’s a no-brainer,” I admitted, expecting my New Orleans buddy to pipe in and defend himself.

I glanced around the room when I didn’t detect any sign of him.

“We warded him out,” she said. “He can’t touch you in here.”

“Banished by light magic,” I mused. I wasn’t surprised. More annoyed. I planted a hand on my hip. “It seems you’ve thought of everything,” I concluded. “Except how to save my mom.

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