Hexed by Double Hexed (html)

Author:Double Hexed (html)
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2014-06-13T04:00:00+00:00

SEVEN

I YANKED ON MY CLOTHES AND WAS ABOUT to hurry out after Maya, but Mick put his arm across the door, blocking my way. He was a big man and made a formidable barrier.

“Wait,” he said. “Let me check it out first.”

Impatiently I buttoned my jeans. “It’s Nash, Maya said. Exactly who we need.”

“Maybe it’s Nash. I want you to stay in here and lock the door behind me.”

This was getting annoying. “Staying in my room won’t save me from the hex,” I said.

“Even so, wait for me to clear it before you come out.”

I wasn’t about to obey. I knew I couldn’t fight Mick, but I was small enough and swift enough to duck under him before he could grab me. I heard him growling in anger as he came after me, but this was my hotel, and I was more than ready for Mick’s alpha-dragon instincts to recede.

Someone was pounding on the front door. “Janet!” Nash called. “Open up. It’s Jones.”

As though that weren’t obvious. The blue lights of the Hopi County Sheriff’s Department SUV flared behind him, and his sheriff’s badge winked on the uniform coat he wore against the cold. Pamela, a Native American Changer in black leather pants and jacket, stood next to him in tall fury.

“Let me break it down,” we heard her say with impatience.

Cassandra pressed her hands to the window. “No, Pamela, get out of here! I don’t want you here!”

Pamela didn’t hear, and neither did Nash, nor did they see the rest of us at the windows like lizards against glass. Nash kept pounding and then trying the door handle, which wasn’t budging.

“Come on, Nash,” I whispered. “Open it.”

Nash took a step back, drew out his nine-millimeter, and shot the lock. I cringed, thinking of the Native American artisan who’d crafted the door handle and lock for me up in Santa Fe. His exquisite work was now slag with a bullet in it.

Nash and Pamela slammed against the door in unison, and the wood bulged inward. Another blow and the door splintered from the hinges. I felt the wards around the entrance crumble and die, reacting to the magic void that was Nash Jones. The curse magic that had piggybacked on them faded to nothing.

The wards in the walls were still intact, and so was the hex, but Nash was able to burst in and swing his pistol around the lobby.

He took us in: Maya, Fremont, Cassandra, me, Mick. I had no idea where Coyote had got to.

When Nash realized there was no immediate threat, he pointed the pistol at the floor. “Janet, what is this?”

Pamela rushed past him and caught Cassandra in a crushing hug, lifting her off her feet. “Are you all right, baby?”

Nash pinned me with an ice gray stare. “Ms. Grant charged into my office, insisting there was something wrong at your hotel. So what are you up to?”

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Nash looked past me to the kitchen door. “You have someone back there?”

“Nash,” I said. “Touch the walls.

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