Wicked Charms

“A thousand thanks, sire,” Hatchet said. “I fear I have no blood in the lower half of my body.”


Josh was bent over Ammon. “Whoa, he’s holding a rock. I bet it’s the Stone of Avarice.” Josh took the stone away from Ammon. “You know, I always felt I was on a higher plane than everyone else,” Josh said, holding the stone. “And now I know why. It’s because I really am superior. I was meant to own this stone. I was meant to own everything, to rule the world.”

“Good grief,” I said. “Someone take the stone away from him and put it in the silver box on the altar.”

Diesel removed the stone and dropped it into the box. He took a pocketknife out of his jeans, lifted me to my feet, and cut my cuffs away. A tear leaked out of my eye, and he wiped it away with his thumb.

“Sorry I didn’t get here sooner,” he said, wrapping an arm around me, holding me close to him.

“How did you know I was kidnapped?”

“Josh was standing in front of the bakery, letting some tourists take pictures of him, and he saw Rutherford and his men drive off with you. He ran inside and told Glo, and Glo called me. I was on my way back from Boston when I got the call.”

“We were worried Diesel was too far away, so we jumped in Clara’s van, and took off to save you!” Glo said.

“Boy, have I got good friends, or what?” I said.

Diesel looked over at Ammon. “Nergal’s going to love talking to this one.”



I spent the night next to Diesel. The danger was over but the fear stayed with me, and I didn’t want to be alone. I didn’t set the alarm, but in the morning I woke up on time anyway. The room was dark. Cat was at the foot of the bed. Diesel was still asleep. I crept out from beneath the covers, took a shower, and dressed in my usual uniform of jeans and a T-shirt. I went downstairs and made coffee. My kitchen was cheerful and my world felt good again. Everything would be fine until another stone found its way to Salem. I fed Cat, and when I turned around I was face to face with Wulf.

“Good morning, Lizzy,” Wulf said.

He was very close to me, and his personal space hummed with energy.

“You missed the finale,” I said.

His eyes were dark and intense but his mouth curved into the hint of a smile. “We haven’t seen the finale yet,” he said. “Hatchet filled me in on yesterday’s ceremony. An inevitable outcome. Ammon was never meant to have the stone.”

When Diesel and I went to bed we’d hidden the silver box that contained the stone, the coin, and the Blue Diamond in the microwave. Wulf went to the microwave and took the silver box. He looked inside, seemed satisfied with what he saw, and snapped the lid closed.

“Thank you for retrieving this for me,” he said.

“Diesel won’t be happy to hear you broke in and took the stone.”

“My cousin understands that a deal was made. And I’m sure he knows I’m here.”

“The stone and the Blue Diamond are said to be cursed.”

“Then they’re in the right hands.” Wulf smiled again. “I have a way with cursed things.”

He stepped in and drew me close against him. His lips brushed mine, the kiss became more intimate, and I felt fire curl through me.

“We have a mission to find the lost stones,” Wulf said. “There are four left. When the last stone is found it will be our time. And I’ll come to finish what I’ve started here.”

He stepped back and poof he was gone. I turned and saw Diesel lounging against a doorjamb, arms crossed over his chest, hair still mussed from sleep.

“I don’t think so,” Diesel said.