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“And she’s still there?”

“Yeah.”

“Text me. I’m hanging up.”

Before I could say anything, Shawn hung up, so I acted as if I was still speaking to someone. “Sounds good, keep me up to date with the progress. Thanks.”

I hit End and noticed Hollie wasn’t in the dining room, so I quickly sent off a text to Shawn.

Me: The short of it. She thinks she is a witch, got drunk the other night, and put a spell on me but says it was the wrong one, and it somehow put a jinx on me.

I watched as the three dots bounced.

Shawn: What was the spell supposed to be?

Me: I haven’t figured it out yet.

Shawn: LOL. Good luck with all that.

Me: Thanks. Witching hour is about to begin. Later.

“Are you ready?”

Glancing up, I flashed her a smile. “I’ll only do this if you tell me what spell you meant to put on me.”

Her face went from ghost-white to bright-red. “Don’t ask me to do that, Lucas. Please.”

Damn it. What was it about the way she said please that made me want to give in to her?

I slowly stood. “I’ll let it go for now, but I’m not going to drop this.”

Her shoulders relaxed, and she let out a small sigh of relief.

“Okay, let’s head into the dining room. I had to make this into an altar.”

“An altar?” I asked as we made our way into the dining room. There was a candle in the middle of the table, a couple of bags that were filled with something, and a note she had written.

“Do you need help sitting down?”

I shook my head and sat in the chair. I wasn’t about to tell her it was uncomfortable as hell. I was too curious to see how this all would play out.

“Okay. Now, I need you to take this seriously. Will you promise me, you will?”

Nodding, I crossed my heart.

Hollie sat down and drew in a deep breath. I could see her hands were shaking, yet she was super focused.

“We have to put a protective circle of salt around the candle.”

“LikeHocus Pocus,” I said, trying to sound serious.

She shot me a dirty look, and I held my hands up. “Sorry. Serious.”

I watched her as she carefully put a circle of salt around the candle.

Glancing at her notes, she looked at me. “We both need to take a deep breath. Or wait, maybe I’m supposed to take it. No, you are! Shit. I think you were supposed to pour the salt. Fuck!”

I watched as she quickly cleaned up the salt, put it in the bag, then handed it to me. When she held it out, she was still shaking.


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