The shorter guide came within a few feet of Ray before he stopped. “He’s right. Things just ain’t right ’round here. So I guess they hired a fancy police officer from up in the north to come down here and do their dirty work, huh?” He pronounced police like “pole-eece.” “So you just gonna set it all to rights, then?”
Ray stared at the guy so hard, he finally shied away, shuffling his feet as he went. But I had to give him credit, he lasted a lot longer than a regular human would. He must have been slightly off or he never would’ve approached Ray in the first place. “Something like that,” Ray grumbled, crossing his arms. “But in order for me to ‘set things to right,’ I need you to tell me everything you know about these disappearances, got it? Leave nothing out. The more info we have, the better chance we have to catch these bastards. Let’s go have a nice chat while the other boys figure out the boat.” The short guide trailed after Ray, who was already peppering him with questions in a typical cop fashion.
The tall guide turned to Rourke. “I’ll show you how to run the boat. It ain’t too hard.” They walked out to the end of the dock.
Marcy strode up to me, grinning.
“What?” I asked.
“This is going to be one heck of an adventure, isn’t it?” Her eyes were gleaming. “The last one I had—being kidnapped by the sorcerers—was scary and hellish, but it did bring out one good thing.”
“And what’s that?”
“My thirst for adrenaline.”
“You’re an action junky now?” I eyed her, trying to keep a straight face.
“Not exactly, but I am trying to nurture the adventurer that has blossomed inside me like a tree taking roots. You know, encourage it to grow by watering it once in a while.” She spread her arms wide. “Like right now. I’m fertilizing it as we speak. Then, I figure if I keep having adventures, they’re bound to grow on me, like tiny shoots that will eventually turn into one big, kickass oak tree.”
I snorted. “I’m not quite sure that’s how it works.”
“Oh, that’s how, all right. Just you watch.”
“Marcy, you’re welcome to have all the adventures you want. I’m sure the Everglades will be exciting, but we have bigger things to worry about than a few alligators and a little black magic from this priestess. When the Hags choose to come after us, it will be adventure on steroids.”
“Don’t underestimate the power of black magic or this priestess,” Marcy said gravely. “That’s some serious juju. It’s good you have me along with my twitchy fingers”—she wiggled them—“but even I can’t undo black spells. That magic comes from a much different place than mine, like a good-versus-evil kind of thing. Those priestesses kill things and use the blood to do their bidding. It’s heavy, and very, very dangerous.” As she said it, her eyes were twinkling with excitement.
“And that excites you?” I chuckled. “You just told me that black magic is serious and we should be afraid. Death and destruction shouldn’t be your go-to button for fun. You’re acting like a little kid in a candy store.”
“That’s exactly it! I am in a candy store—for the very first time,” she said. “My entire life I’ve been deemed not ‘powerful enough’ or ‘not witchy enough,’ and I’ve been relegated to the sidelines for everything. But now”—she hooted with joy, tossing a fist in the air—“I’m here to taste all the flavors life has to offer. This is the absolute best I’ve felt in years. I have James to thank for that too, because he’s brought out all my positives and has punctuated them with delicious exclamation points, and even though I’m still mad at that rat-bellied toad for making me stay home and wait for you—”
“There’s a baby alligator by your foot,” I said.
She shrieked loudly and jumped into my arms. It happened so fast, I hoped the guides hadn’t noticed her unnatural speed.
I chortled as I set her down. “I think adrenaline is your friend in more ways than one.”
“That wasn’t funny!” she accused, swatting me on the arm. “Having an alligator gnaw my foot off is not having an adventure. Do you know how long it would take me to regenerate a piece of my foot? And how badly that would hurt? I’m not an animal like you. Witches take a long time to heal.”
Before I could comment on the unfairness of it all, and that most of the adventures I’d been involved with over the last month had had their share of hurts, my brother called my name outside my head. I turned to see him loping toward me, Danny close on his heels.
“Jessica!” I was happy to see he and Danny were both fully dressed, which meant Naomi had found them first.
“Where’s Naomi?” I asked a second before I saw her emerge from behind the monster truck. “Ohmygods, are those hamburgers I smell?” My mouth instantly started to salivate and my wolf howled for joy.
Burgers beat raw reptile by several thousand country miles.
Naomi held up about ten greasy bags with a big grin on her face. “The wolf boys were hungry after their shift, so they sent me ahead to get food.”
I turned to my brother. “That was the best decision you’ve ever made in your entire life.”
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