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“’Course it is. Where else would you hide an island you can’t see?”
Arelia put her hand on Amma’s shoulder. “She’s right. The Great Barrier is hidden among the Sea Islands. Amarie may not be a Caster, but she shares the gift of Sight with my sister and I.”
Amma shook her head so hard I thought it was going to fly off. “You didn’t really think I was gonna let you wade knee-deep in quicksand on your own, did you?” I threw my arms around her and hugged her again.
“How did you know where to find us, ma’am? We had trouble findin’ this place ourselves.” Link was always a step ahead or a step behind. The four of them looked at him like he was a fool.
“Bustin’ open that ball a trouble the way you boys did? With a spell older than my mamma’s mamma? Might as well have dialed up the Greater Gatlin Emergency Phone Tree.” Amma took a step toward Link, who took a step backward, out of pointing range. She didn’t let go of me, though. That’s how I knew what she was really saying: I love you and I couldn’t be prouder. And you’ll be grounded for a month when we get home.
Ridley leaned closer to Link. “Think about it. A Necromancer, a Diviner, and a Seer. We didn’t stand a chance.”
Amma, Arelia, Gramma, and Twyla turned to Ridley as soon as she spoke. She reddened, lowering her eyes respectfully. “I can’t believe you’re here, Auntie Twyla.” She swallowed. “Gramma.”
Gramma held Ridley by the chin and stared into her bright blue eyes. “So it’s true.” She broke into a smile. “Welcome back, child.” She kissed Ridley on the cheek.
Amma looked smug. “Told you. It was in the cards.”
Arelia nodded. “And the stars.”
Twyla scoffed, dropping her voice to a low whisper. “Cards only show da surface a things. What we have here, this is cut deep, past da bone and out da other side.” A shadow crossed over her face.
I looked at Twyla. “What?” But she smiled, and the shadow was gone.
“You need some help from La Bas.” Twyla waved her hand back and forth over her head. Back to the business at hand.
“The Otherworld,” Arelia translated.
Amma knelt down, unwrapping a cloth filled with small bones and charms. She might as well have been a doctor preparing her surgical tools. “Callin’ the sorta help we need’s my specialty.”
Arelia took out a rattle, and Twyla sat down and got comfortable. Who knew what she was going to have to raise. Amma spread out her bones and struggled with one of her mason jars. “South Carolina graveyard dirt. Best there is. Brought it from home.” I took the jar from her and opened it, thinking about the night I followed her into the swamp. “We can take care a those Vexes. Won’t stop Sarafine or Melchizedek’s good-for-nothin’ brother, but it’ll cut off some a her power.”
Gramma looked up at the dark cyclone of Vexes fueling the fire. “My goodness, you weren’t exaggerating, Amarie. There are a lot of them.” I saw her eyes move from Sarafine’s motionless body to Lena, in the distance, and the lines in her brow deepened. Ridley let go of her hand, but didn’t leave her side.
Link let out a sigh of relief. “Man, I’m goin’ back to church next Sunday for sure.” I didn’t say anything, but what I was thinking wasn’t that far off.
Amma looked up from the dirt she was spreading below her feet. “We’re gonna send them back down where they belong.”
Gramma adjusted her jacket. “Then I’ll deal with my daughter.”
Amma, Arelia, and Twyla sat cross-legged on the damp rocks and joined hands. “First things first. Let’s get rid a those Vexes.”
Gramma stepped back and gave them some room. “That would be lovely, Amarie.”
The three women closed their eyes. Amma’s voice was strong and clear, despite the whirring of the vortex and the humming of Dark magic. “Uncle Abner, Aunt Delilah, Aunt Ivy, Grandmamma Sulla, we are in need a your intercession once more. I call you now to this place. Find your way into this world and banish the ones that don’t belong.”
Twyla’s eyed rolled back in her head, and she began to chant.
“Les lois, my spirits, my guides,
Tear apart the Bridge
That carries these shadows from your world into the next.”
Twyla raised her arms above her head. “Encore!”
“Again,” Arelia spoke the word in English.
“Les lois, my spirits, my guides,
