“She’d have to go through, we don’t know how many, vamps and witches to get near the priest.”
“And!” Gabriel bellowed. “That’s why she was born!”
“Watch yourself, brother,” Gideon warned.
Enola raised a brow at Gideon. “He’s kinda right,” she pointed out.
“No-la,” Gideon growled.
“Gideon, just listen,” Ruby interjected. “Mamma and I will be working a spell from here. Nola and Margo will be working on the spell from the priest’s location. Together, we’ll break the spell, and then y’all can go in and kill ‘em all.”
“No! Why would you send Nola and Margo? Nola has the least experience of all of you, and Margo doesn’t even have a power.”
“I agree,” Margo mumbled, inspecting one of her nails.
“First of all, Margo’s power is in her blood. She is of the Moreau line, and totally capable of casting spells. And secondly, inexperienced or not, Nola is the only one strong enough to break the witches’ spell. We’re really just here for back up.”
As the argument continued, it hadn’t evaded Enola that none of the people arguing had asked her, even once, what she thought. Since her power had first surfaced, Enola had been under attack. She had no intention of looking over her shoulder for the rest of her life, and she wasn’t going to leave her family unprotected—not if she had to power to do something about it.
She walked over to Gideon and looked him right in the eye. “I’m going,” she announced.
Gideon shook his head and whispered, “It’s too dangerous.”
Enola placed her hand on his chest. “I know it’s dangerous, but you’ll be there. And, I’m tired of being attacked, Gideon. I need this to end. Once and for all.”
“Nola, I—”
“Gideon, you know that I’m strong, my family is strong, and your pack is strong. We will win.”
Gideon nodded and stepped back. The anxiety etched on his face brought Enola sadness.
“I have to go and meet with the counsel. I’ll be back later tonight,” he said in a defeated tone.
Enola placed her hand on his cheek and smiled. “I’ll be waiting.”
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Enola folder her legs under her and placed her hands under her chin. After their showers, she and Margo had slipped into pajamas and piled into their grandmother’s bed. She was telling them the story of how she’d met their late grandfather, Frank Roux. According to their gran, Frank, a medical doctor, had written a paper condemning the practice of Voodoo. Marie wasn’t about to stand for that. She sought him out with the sole purpose of proving him wrong. They had a long drawn out debate, and when the debate came to an end, Frank insisted that she have dinner with him. Marie went on to say that they lived happily for twenty-five years, until he was killed in a car accident.
“Gran, why did my mom leave Louisiana and refuse to come back?” Enola asked.
“What did she tell you?”
“Nothing.” Nola shrugged. “She would never talk about it.”
Marie pushed back against the pillow, looking down at her hands as if she was having an inner debate. For the first time, Enola wished thatshecould read minds.
Marie looked up at Enola. Judging from the seriousness of her expression, she was about to reveal something heavy.
“What do you know about your father?” Marie asked.
“Nothing. I never met him, and my mother never talked about him. Why?”
Marie took a deep breath. When she exhaled, she said, “Your mother left Louisiana because she killed your father.”
“What?” Enola breathed.
“Yes. More than anything, your mamma wanted to be normal. No matter how many times I told her that she would never be normal, she fought it every step of the way.”
