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“No, no, no… I can’t. I don’t even think I can walk,” she cried.
Feeling the eyes of the room on us, I pressed a kiss to her cheek. “Trust us to take care of you.” She nodded as another wave of pain hit, and she cried out, begging us to help her.
“Is there a side room?” Dawson asked. “Somewhere private?”
“Yeah, let me show y’all.”
Marshall scooped up Lea and followed the woman. She led us past the crowd to a small room with a battered red sofa in the corner. Marshall laid Lea down and pressed his fingers to the pulse in her wrist.
“Your pulse is a bit fast. Try and take some deep breaths. How are feeling?”
Nee crouched next to her, taking her hand and offering her a small smile.
“Better now I’m sitting,” she let out with a sigh, then a look flashed over her face and her eyes narrowed on the blond girl still standing in the corner. “She’s our witch.”
We all turned to stare. “Is that true?” Marshall barked. “Did you do this to us?”
The blond shook her head. “Those havenothingto do with me. Those tattoos are all on you, but you should probably take a seat.”
Chapter 40
Dawson
“So,noneofitwas real,” Fox said, shaking his head.
“No. I mean, bits of it were and I think you all just meshed them together in your fucked up brains.”
Marshall spoke. “Okay, so let me get this straight. We’re not cursed?”
“No.”
“You’re not a witch.”
“No, well, not a real one. Some nights I’m a nun, a vampire, a zombie… you got me as a witch. It’s all part of my job here.”
“So what really happened?” Lea asked, seemingly less in pain now she was sitting, but she still looked awful and as soon as we finished this crazy conversation, I was taking her to a hospital.
“Well, I can only guess, but you all drank alargemushroom tea, right?”
“Yes, and…”
“Mushroom as in mushroom…” She looked as if they were all stupid for not understanding her words.
Suddenly, it made sense. “Like drug mushrooms?” I spluttered.
“Yes. You told the barman you’d had it before. That’s the only reason he served it to you. A large is a lot of hallucinogenic. Y’all were fucked.” She laughed, but no one else did.
“Is that even legal,” Nee questioned.
The waitress shrugged. “It helps if the mayor is a friend of the bar’s owner. He turns a blind eye and so do the cops.” She continued. “You had your tarot cards read and then I took you on a tour of the basement crypt.”
“I don’t remember that,” Marshall muttered.
“That would be because of the mushrooms,” she replied, her eyes wide, as if she was blaming everything that happened our stupidity… and I guessed she had a point. “I told you stories about the witches of New Orleans… the originals. You asked me about my tattoo. It was a transfer, by the way. It adds to the costume.”
I shuddered because that thing haunted my memories of that night.
“You were fucked, and I was playing my part, so I told you that I’d been cursed by an original. I explained that I’d woken up with the tattoo and bound into a relationship I didn’t want.”
