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Since coming to Earth five years ago during my failed mission, losing my wings and my sword, and getting stuck here, things hadn’t gone my way.
But lately, it was getting worse.
I had gone to the fight club that night, secured a fight for three in the morning, won, and got more money. The next day, Mr. Green called me to say he was glad I would be fighting more.
I wasn’t.
Then on Wednesday, I visited Sylvie to get my potion. After she handed it to me and I paid, she looked at me with huge eyes full of pity.
“I’m afraid my supplier couldn’t find more Mage Bloom,” she said. It was like a punch to the gut. “He said he’ll keep trying, but it might be another two weeks, maybe three.” She paused. “Or more. He really can’t be sure.”
This wouldn’t work. The potion I had bought would last five days comfortably, maybe eight days if I took smaller doses. But when I did that, the Seraphim came to Houston, right at my tail.
How long would it take them to find me this way?
No, I had to do something else.
An idea sparked in my mind, but it was crazy. I went back to my apartment and slept on it. Next morning, I woke up, went for a run, showered, had my breakfast, and that crazy idea was still the only one I had.
Without a choice, I packed my duffel bag with a couple of changes of clothes, toiletries and whatnot, and hopped in my car. If this worked, I wouldn’t need Mr. Green anymore. If it didn’t, I would be back before Friday night and ready for another fight.
It took me five and a half hours to drive to New Orleans. I arrived in the city in the middle of the afternoon and went directly to the Midnight Cauldron in the French Quarter.
The place was still the same: a square room that I bet would look big without all the knickknacks crowding, but with the many tables and shelves displaying all the fake products—and some not so fake—the place felt tight and almost suffocating. As I walked to the back, I noticed a basketful of voodoo dolls to my right, and wishing bones in a jar to my left … was that real frog legs? I shuddered. Yeah, definitely this kind of magic wasn’t for me.
The owner stood behind a counter in the back, ringing up a couple who had a bagful of her goods.
I waited at a good distance until she was done with them. As soon as they walked away, she turned to me. “Good afternoon, child. How have you been?”
A wide smile stretched over her face, the pearl white of her teeth in contrast with the darkness of her skin. Khalisa played the part of the witchdoctor well, with locks on her long black hair, and dresses that reminded me of old barmaids in pirate movies. She wore a lot of jewelry around her wrists, neck, and ears, which clanked with each of her movements.
Once upon a time, Khalisa had been a Wildthorn witch. For some reason, she had left her coven and learned voodoo magic. She still had contact with her old coven, and several other covens in North America.
The last time I had seen Khalisa had been several months back, when I was searching for Molraz and following the trail of a demon group who had dealt with him before. I had brought another angel here, Zadkiel, who I had believed had been dead long ago. He had escaped from the underworld and was looking for a demon.
As usual, Khalisa knew it all. If she didn’t, then she found someone who did.
And that was why I was here.
“Not so well,” I confessed. There was no reason to lie to the witchdoctor. She always remained as neutral as she could in the supernatural world, and she helped anyone who came to her.
Her smile faltered. “What happened, child?”
A lot. In the last year alone, I had been captured and tortured by warlocks who wanted to steal my power. When I was rescued, I helped my newfound friends fight them. Then I had helped a wolf shifter pack search for a damn dragon and defeat a former prince of the underworld—and lost my magic in the process.
And now I couldn’t help anyone anymore.
“Too much,” was all I said. I didn’t want to go down memory lane and bring back so many bad feelings and thoughts. “But I had an idea to reverse my situation and I was hoping you could help me.”
She narrowed her eyes. “Tell me.”
“I’ve met this wish demon, Leviathan. I need him to grant me a wish, but his prices are too high. I know there are powerful summoning and trapping spells … I was wondering if you knew one so I could summon the demon and trap him in a witch’s circle, or something.”
A knot formed between Khalisa’s brows. “And then?”
“Then I’ll make my wish, and he’ll need to grant it, because the price will be his freedom. Can you do that?”
“No.” She shook her head vehemently, and my shoulders deflated. “That’s dark magic. I don’t deal in that. We would need a dark witch for that or a light witch who can perform dark magic.”
