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“I’m gonna need more than that.”
“In Jamaica dere is an old religion called Obeah. It originated with de slaves.”
“Like voodoo?”
Jamaica shrugged. “Obeah is more about magic dan worship. More about evil dan balance. Obi,” she pointed to her ankle, “is de mark of a witch.”
Kris opened her mouth, shut it again. She met Jamaica’s gaze, and the woman spread her hands.
“You’re a witch?” Kris asked.
“I was.”
CHAPTER 15
“Is that something you can give up? Kris asked. “Maybe for Lent?”
Jamaica gave a weak, burbly laugh. “No. You’re right. I am a witch. I just don’t … do dat anymore.”
“What?”
“Kill t’ings.”
Uh-oh.
Kris took one slow step backward; then she took another.
Jamaica’s head went up. She saw Kris’s face, and she reached out a hand. “It’s not what you t’ink.”
“What is it?”
Jamaica rubbed her eyes. “I was young and stupid.”
“Redundant.”
“Yes. But me more dan most. I got involved in de Obeah cult. I became an Obeah woman. I sacrificed t’ings to get de power I needed.”
Kris didn’t like the sound of that.
“
Sacrificed what? Sleep? Money? Snickers bars?”
“Animals.”
“Not cool.”
“Better dan what you were t’inkin.”
True. Kris had been thinking people.
“You really believe that sacrificing bunnies brought you power?”
Jamaica’s brilliant eyes met hers. “It did.”
Kris snorted. Her disbelief in Nessie might have waned, but her skepticism of every other hoax on the planet had not. Witchcraft? “I don’t think so.”
“T’ink what you like. I know de truth.”
