I bit my tongue, at a complete loss for words. I didn’t think anyone would catch onto my motivations so quickly. I thought I played my intentions close to my chest. Not even my family knew the full picture of why I wanted to move to New Orleans and start my business. And it took this…this monster two conversations to figure me out.
Read More“Miss Cherish, it’s in your blood. You come from a long line of sensitives. It’s why your Grandma Joan kept so many things in her shop. It’s why she had a collection of items that she just couldn’t let go of. And it’s why your grandmother ended up with that little statuette.”
Read MoreWould I still do it even if I didn’t have this primal urge to kill? Yeah, probably because I enjoy it. The satisfaction of deciding the fate of someone’s life in my own hands is exhilarating. But it’s not even close to the extent when I go into my rage.
Read MoreI found myself wanting him, this strange, dark man, but I was also afraid of him, of what he could be. If he ended up being an agent of Estran, I would be dead by morning.
Read MoreMy hand crossed the line and vanished, ceasing to exist. I pulled it back, and it returned. In anger, I reached through again with the same result. I bared my teeth at the unmoving human and let out a cry of rage. He watched with fascination at my furious frustration. My assistants ran full tilt into and past the line, vanishing entirely.
Read MoreThe hand I kept under my pillow to support my head gripped the tangled net that I kept there. I had two more just like it hidden beneath my air mattress just in case. I was ready. I just need to wait for the right opportunity.
That opportunity came when a rough, feverish hand fell to my bare shoulder, gripping it possessively.
I saw the dancer glance down at me and smile. She blushed and looked away, sparing one last glance my way before the music started and her eyes closed. She moved her body on the stage, flowing like the waves in the ocean. With each movement, there was a reaction from the crowd as they watched her, amazed at her seductive pull.
Read More“Maybe you should seek some help, child,” Tania chimed in as I left work a few nights later. I looked at her oddly. She was part-fae, and I wondered just what help she could suggest. I was shocked when she said, “A crossroads demon.”
Read MoreFinally, I was able to pull my hand from the pillow. My heart was racing, and sweat beaded on my forehead. I tried to control my panic, but was still having trouble breathing. As I worked to control myself, a strange vision came over me. An image of my mother’s eyes, not the eyes of the woman who’d raised me, but the eyes of a woman enraged.
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