I nodded as I looked around for his ghost. I saw him standing to the side, a sad expression on his face. Before I could say anything to him, a figure in black appeared behind him and said something to him, then they disappeared.
Read MoreHeat radiated up my arm and a slight glow shone over my palm. Remy had been in the heat of the moment. Dan had been an accident. If someone was fucking with my brother, there was no telling what I’d do on purpose.
Read MoreMy eyes widened, and my mouth fell open at the man standing before me. He hadn’t changed in five years. He still had the same chocolate brown glance, the wavy brown hair, and the smile that made his eyes dance. The same man who had left me standing at the altar because he had to chase an important story. It was because of him that I had sworn off men forever.
Read MoreThe sigh that slid through my being at the sound of his voice was expected but not forced. Herbie was my constant, even more so than my brother and sister. He was my best friend, and I hoped his reach was as long as I assumed. A hippie werewolf from New Orleans had to have friends everywhere, right?
Read MoreMy goal with each operation was to entrap the spirit in an amulet. It’s not as easy as it sounds, and they never cooperated by just stepping into the jewel. There were times when extreme measures had to be taken.
Read MoreI didn’t scream, but the bottle slipped through my fingers, landing and cracking against the already scratched wood floor. There was no dramatic shatter as I stared at the man before me. The vodka, the once desired liquid freedom, oozed out across my bare feet from the crack now lining the bottle. It soaked into my skin as I tried to force myself to breathe.
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