Impressive.
Mechanically inclined.
Fearless.
Hell, yes. I’d even go as far as to say badass. But never frivolous.
“Yeah, and we still need to check on the pilot. I’m not leaving him here stranded.”
She bit her lower lip and as with myself, there was a hell of a lot going on behind her eyes. Questions to ask. Concerns to be raised.
Not here and not now.
My chest was tight, maybe from the intense fight, but I managed to drag the asshole from the backseat. Fortunately, he was still unconscious.
While only ten minutes had passed, I feared he had a few buddies that would soon be checking on him. He had a phone, a high dollar one.
“I’ll be back in a couple minutes,” I told her as I hoisted him over my shoulder. “If the phone rings, don’t answer it.”
As soon as I started to walk away, she moved closer, holding the phone out. “Let me get into his phone. Then I’ll change from face recognition to a password.”
I wasn’t going to bother asking her if she knew how. There didn’t seem to be anything the woman couldn’t do.
Just something else to impress me and I wasn’t impressed easily.
Yet not only had the woman opened my eyes about so many aspects of life, she’d also made protecting her that much more palpable.
There was something delicious about owning a woman’s body and soul.
Now it was time to lay claim to her heart.
CHAPTER 20
Emmeline
Gris-gris.
Be a good little witch.
He’d been playing much closer attention to the art of black magic I’d learned from my grandmother. He was right that when certain spices were added, the gris-gris could be used for evil intentions, which was usually rare. Had I created sinful gauze bags full of enough evil intentions that the person I’d hexed would likely spend his or her life embroiled with difficulties or non-life-threatening tragedies?
Well, duh. When you’re born with the ability to impose hexes on others, there wasn’t a voodoo queen out there who didn’t enjoy utilizing the handy tool at least a few times in life. I’d even used one in high school on my biggest rival, the nasty little bitch using conventional horrible methods of keeping me off the cheerleading squad.
Including doctoring photographs to try to ruin my good girl image.
Well, I’d gone one step above in revenge. The scandal was horrific and I loved every moment of being the creator of such a vicious deed.
Then my grandmother had sat me down, explaining how the one curse I’d believed was benign was far reaching. Including showing me possible futures because of what I’d done.
I’d learned on that very night how to backtrack curses and to respect the magic of the gris-gris, which held to this day. I hadn’t used the tiny bags for anything evil in years.
Now, as I sat next to the man I’d fantasized about for so long, realizing that he thought me a witch capable of true evil had built a knot in my stomach.
Even if tossing a horrific curse on those trying to hurt us might have prevented me from killing a man. I wrung my hands as he jumped into the car, turning over the engine. At least the little Chevy was black in color and wouldn’t draw much attention.
As he pulled out of the parking lot, I turned around to stare at the building. Maybe I expected the driver to suddenly appear in the early morning light.
“What’s wrong?” Donatello asked only seconds later.
