the promise and the comfort in the unknown voice. Another wolf’s howl echoed inside her, this one closer, louder.
The darkness retreated as swiftly as it had come, jerking away from her so suddenly she would have toppled to the side if Tilly hadn’t caught her.
“Are you okay?” Tilly shook her slightly. “Talk to me.”
“I’m okay.” Her voice was little more than a croak, as though she had a bad cold. Her throat was actually sore and she rubbed her neck.
Tilly’s gaze shot to Jessica. “What the hell was that?”
Jessica shook her head, picked up the candle and began to go around the circle, this time in reverse. Once the elements were all thanked and dismissed and the circle opened, Jessica picked up the dried-herb bundle, relit it and started around the room again.
“Help me to the sofa.” The floor seemed harder with each passing second. Her entire body was exhausted, her skin tender.
Tilly helped her stand and led her to the sofa. Sabrina collapsed against the cushions, breathing a sigh of relief. Breathing had never felt quite this good before.
“I’m going to make you some hot tea.” Tilly was started toward the kitchen when Jessica called out to her.
“Use the tea leaves in the outside pocket of my bag. It will help.”
Tilly backtracked and dug out the bag of tea leaves before heading to the kitchen. Sabrina closed her eyes and soaked in the sounds of her friends. Jessica’s voice was low and powerful as she made her way through the apartment again, cleansing and blessing it. She could hear Tilly rummaging around the kitchen, which her friend knew as well as her own, digging out mugs, the teapot and diffuser.
Her heart slowed and her breathing finally went back to normal. Her clothing clung to her body and she longed for a shower but, for the first time in her life, was afraid to take one, afraid to leave herself naked and vulnerable to whatever was stalking her. She shivered, grabbed one of the throw pillows and clutched it to her chest. How had this happened to her?
She sensed Jessica standing next to her and opened her eyes. Her friend stared down at her, concern etched on her delicate features as she waved the bundle of sage and sweet grass around her. The aromatic smoke wafted over her and made her feel a little stronger. When she was done, Jessica went back to the table and set the smudge stick carefully inside the seashell.
Tilly carried a tray from the kitchen and set it on the floor in front of the sofa. “I figured we could all use some of this tea, and I found some oatmeal cookies in your stash.” Sabrina almost always had treats of some kind in her kitchen and she was glad for it now.
Jessica pulled a pillow from the sofa, dropped it onto the floor and gracefully sank down on it, legs crossed tailor style. “Well, that was a bit more intense than I was expecting.” Jessica took the mug Tilly offered her.
Sabrina was about to take a sip of tea but paused. “A bit more?” Really, her friend was the master of understatement.
Tilly drank down half her tea in one swallow before reaching for a cookie. “What exactly was that?”
Jessica shook her head. “It’s really better not to name it, but we all know what we think it was.” She turned to Sabrina. “You haven’t been fooling around with black magic or voodoo or anything like that, have you? Maybe opened a portal for something nasty to come through?”
Sabrina shook her head and shoved a lock of hair out of her face, ignoring how lank and damp it was. “You know I’ve had the occasional psychic vision and have excellent intuition, but beyond that, I read the tarot cards, that’s it.” She’d always had an affinity for the cards. Her granny had always said the touch of psychic awareness she had made her a natural with them. “I don’t fool around with anything dark. Granny taught me better than that.”
“I figured, but I had to ask.” Jessica took another sip of tea and grabbed a cookie. Sabrina wanted one, but her throat was still sore so she settled for drinking the tea, which seemed to be a predominantly lemon with a few other things she couldn’t quite place. Rosehips maybe. Whatever was in the tea, it was good and was soothing her abused throat.
Tilly pointed at Sabrina. “For whatever reason, this…thing is attracted to you. The question remains, what do we do about it?” She finished her tea and set her mug aside. “The gris-gris and the smudging and salt didn’t seem to do much good.”
“I don’t know about that.” Jessica took a bite of her cookie, chewed and swallowed. “I think it might have been worse if we hadn’t done that.”
“Maybe we just pissed it off.” That was the sense that she’d gotten. Whatever had been haunting her dreams had been angry at her attempts to keep it out.
“I need to do some more research,” Jessica announced. “I’ll check my grandmother’s diary.” Sabrina knew Jessica’s grandmother had also been a witch who’d died a few years ago. Jessica’s mother had done her best to deny any part of her heritage, actively discouraging Jessica from pursuing it, which is why she’d finally left home and come to New Orleans.
“You want one of us to stay with you tonight?” Tilly asked.
Sabrina wanted to say yes, but didn’t want to put her friends in harm’s way. “Could you stay while I get a shower?”
Tilly’s dark brown eyes softened. “Of course we’ll stay.”
Jessica rose and went back to her seemingly bottomless bag and pulled out a cake of homemade soap. “I was going to give this to you. It’s lavender. It will help relax you and cleanse away any negativity.”
Sabrina took the soap and held it to her nose, letting the light, delicate scent fill her. She loved lavender. “Thanks.” Tears filled her eyes, but she blinked them back. “I won’t be long.”
“Take your time.” Tilly waved away her concern. “We’ll clean up out here while you shower.”
She pushed herself off the sofa and reached out to Tilly. She pulled her friend into her arms and hugged her. “Thank you for being there for me.” Tilly rubbed her hand over Sabrina’s back, offering silent comfort. When they stepped back, both of them gave a watery laugh. Tilly rubbed her eyes and started gathering the tea mugs.
Jessica waited like a silent woodland sprite. Sabrina hadn’t known her nearly as long as she’d known Tilly, but she felt the same way about her. “Thank you,” she whispered. Jessica slid her arms around Sabrina’s waist and hugged her tight, her grip strong and sure.
“We’ll figure this out,” her friend promised.
Sabrina nodded and hurried out of the room, stopping in her bedroom long enough to gather a clean pair of panties and a nightgown. She went into the bathroom, shut the door and stared at herself in the mirror.
Long streaks of red covered her neck and, the more she stared at them, the more they resembled fingers. It looked as though someone or something had grabbed her by the neck. Maybe she’d done it herself when she was choking and had clutched at her throat. It was entirely possible.
The necklace and gris-gris bag hung there, symbols of protection that she wasn’t certain had worked at all. Or maybe things would have gone worse for her if she hadn’t been wearing them. There was no way to know.
She slowly removed both, setting them carefully on the vanity. Her neck was blotchy, but her face was deathly pale, making her eyes seem even greener.
She turned away from her reflection and turned on the water, making sure it was just barely warm. She set the lavender soap in the dish and tugged off her clothing, stuffing it all into the laundry hamper before stepping under the spray.
Tilting her head upward, she let the water wash over her. It felt so good against her sticky skin, cleansing and renewing. Grabbing the soap, she worked it between her hands until she’d built up a thick lather and then rubbed it gently over her skin. Normally, she’d use a cloth or a loofah sponge, but her skin felt too sensitive, as though all the nerve endings were exposed.
She immediately felt better as the sweat and fear was swept from her skin and the healing scent of the lavender surrounded her. Next came her hair. She grabbed her shampoo and squeezed a dollop into her hand. It was amazing how something as simple as being clean could make a person feel better.
As soon as the shampoo was rinsed from her hair, she turned off the water. She grabbed a towel and
