Page 64 of Defying the Relic Hunter

“I’m not clairvoyant. I didn’t know about the murderous Aztec ghosts, until they attacked.”

“Quinn, Xenia and I will teleport back into Kanab and buy as much salt as we can carry. Voss is working on getting the crosses,” General Jones inserted.

“Great. I’ll draw some pentagrams on the motorhome for added protection.”

General Jones stared at me for a long moment, then nodded. “Do what’s necessary.” Poof, he was gone.

Quinn and Xenia teleported.

I blew out a long breath. Why couldn’t I have cool powers like Xenia or my mother? “Is Quinn always this cranky?”

Ethan dropped an arm over my shoulders. “He’s a powerful psychic and a skilled warrior. He doesn’t know how to deal with things that go bump in the night.”

“Yeah, swords and laser pistols don’t affect ectoplasm. I want you to chant crisito deo ojo mirabilis visio, if you’re attacked. That’ll give Granny and me time to deal with the spirits.”

“Got it. Crisito deo ojo mirabilis visio.”

“Let me have your boot knife.”

“Why?”

The pentagrams must be drawn in blood,” I replied.

“I’ll provide the blood.”

One look at his implacable expression and I shrugged. “Ok.”

Ethan sliced his wrist.

I dipped my fingers in his blood and quickly drew a pentagram on each side of the motorhome. “Done.”

“Drink.”

“Do I hafta?”

“I need you to live.”

“And I don’t want you to bleed to death.”

“Kizzy,” Ethan growled.

I took his arm and slurped up some blood. “Happy?”

“More.”

I sucked another mouthful down. Huh? His blood was starting to taste like chocolate. “Now do your healing thing. You’ve lost too much blood.”

Ethan licked the wound. Presto! The wound was healed.

“Will I be able to do that?”

“Yes.” Ethan brushed his mouth over mine. “You need to understand. If you die before you’re converted, I also die.”

“What!”

“When your heart stops, mine will also cease to beat.”

“No way. You’re a big, tough Coletti and hasn’t Zarek lost a couple of mates?”

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