Page 212 of The Cruelest Undead

“Her memories are back. I didn’t know if it worked or not for a second there. It went black, but then, I saw she got them back.”

That worked for them.

Kiera cleared the circle, and Jolie helped Mambo up to her feet. As she did, she checked on her.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

The woman shook her head.

“What happened? I felt really warm, and then as if something was tearing into my head. Then, it was peaceful all over again.”

“Your memories came back,” Jacques offered. “Now, you should be able to remember your spells.”

From where she stood, she thought about it.

Then, she smiled.

“I do remember them. I know what I have to do.”

Well, finally.

They were down to eleven hours until Fate was going to make them their bitch, and they needed to get this done.

“Well, Voodoo woman, do the spell,” Rinnon said, “We don’t have all day for you to take your good, old sweet time.”

Mambo didn’t argue, but instead, she began going around the place, and gathering her things. When she finished, she came to a stop in front of them.

“Uh, what?” Jolie asked.

“I need one more thing. In order for me to do this spell for you, I need the bones of a loved one.”

They stared at her.

“Pardon?” Jolie said.

Mambo didn’t mince words.

“I think you heard me,” she said. “The last thing is the bones of a loved one, and you have to supply them. This is for you, so you need to give it to me.”

Rinnon looked around but was stopped dead in his tracks.

“We aren’t sacrificing one of them,” Jolie said, as if reading his mind. He was trying to figure out which one they could live without.

The answer was none.

Oh, she knew exactly what he was thinking. If anything, Rinnon was predictable.

“Flynn needs to heal and start driving that runaway train because I can’t with you.”

Jacques laughed.

“It’s bus, I believe.”

Rinnon didn’t care.

Honestly.

“Listen, family,” Rinnon said. “We have a few humans at the house…”

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