Hoodoo Aprentice
Summary: Amelia packed her things and took a train to Clarksdale Mississippi to reunite with an old friend, Annie. Annie promised sheād teach Amelia the art of Hoodoo. After a month, Smoke and Stack return with a plan to open a Juke Joint.
Warnings: SMUT
Part Eight
The scream tore out of her throat and vanished into the trees.
Remmick moved.Ā
Not like a man.Ā
Like something slipping through the dark between moments, his body bending forward, jaw split wide, fangs bared as he lunged for her with a hunger that had waited centuries.
Amelia stumbled back, hands flying up on instinct.Ā
āDonātā!ā
Her light answered before her mind could. It burst from her palms in a wild, unshaped flare gold and white and flickering blue. Like fire that hadnāt decided what it wanted to be yet. It struck him full in the chest.Ā
Remmick hissedāsharpāhis body snapping back as the light burned across his raggedy coat, searing through fabric, biting into skin beneath. Smoke curled from him, thin and bitter.
Butā¦it didnāt stop him. It only made him laugh. A broken, delighted sound clawed up from his chest as he straightened, eyes glowing red now, brighterā¦hungrier.Ā
āThere it is,ā he rasped, āthere it isā¦show me again.āĀ
Ameliaās breath hitched. Her hands trembled as she tried to summon it againātried to shape it, control itābut it flickered, unstable. Too bright one second. Gone the next.Ā
āI donātāā she gasped, āI donāt know howāā
Remmick stalked closer.Ā
āYou donāt need to know,ā he spoke softly, hauntingly, āyou just need to bleed.ā
Remmick lunged againā
And the forest split. Not with sound. With light.Ā
A clean, violent beam cut through the dark wilderness, cold and focused, nothing like Ameliaās wild glow. It struck Remmick from the side with surgical precision, blasting him backward into a tree so hard the trunk cracked.
The woods went eerily still. Even Ameliaās breath caught in her chest.Ā
Remmick hit the ground hard, smoke rising from his skin, body twitching as something ancient and furious stirred beneath the burn.Ā
Then, a voice followed. Calm. Measured. Unmoved. As if the forest itself was speaking.Ā
āYou hunt too loud, fanger.āĀ
Amelia turned.Ā
She hadnāt seen her arrive. One moment the trees were empty. Then the next, she was there.Ā
Virelle stood just beyond the reach of the scattered light, her figure still and composed like she had stepped out of the night itself. No rush. No panic.Ā
Her gaze flicked once to Amelia. Sharp. Assessing. Then, back to Remmick.
āStill clinginā to scraps in foreign soil,ā Virelle said, almost bored, āyou grow desperate.āĀ
Remmick rose slowly, head tilting, lips curling back into something feral.Ā
āā¦Virelle,ā he breathed, recognition slipping into his tone like a blade. āDidnāt think they still sent watchers this far south.āĀ
āThey donāt,ā she replied. āI came on my own.āĀ
Ameliaās pulse roared in her ears. She didnāt understand what was happening, who this woman was, but her fae knew. Something older than fear. Something that said she wasnāt an enemy, but not safe either.Ā
Remmick wiped at the burn on his chest, his fingers coming away dark.Ā
āAnd this one yours?ā He asked, nodding toward Amelia. āLittle halflinā glowing in the woods like oā dinner bell?āĀ
Virelle didnāt answer. Her eyes shifted to Amelia again, taking in the trembling hands, the unstable light flickering beneath her skin, the grief still clinging to her like damp cloth.Ā
āYou flare too loud, little girl. You sure you Lysaraās offspring?ā Virelle said simply.Ā
The words landed like a bolder to her chest. Harder than any comfort could have.Ā
Thenā
Remmick moved again. Faster. Angrier.Ā
Virelle remained still.Ā
Her hand lifted, just slightly, and the light answered her like it had been waiting.Ā
Controlled.Ā
It shot forward in a narrow, blinding arc and struck Remmick mid-lunge, snapping his body sideways and driving him across the forest floor in a violent drag of dirt and bark. He roared this time, no laughter in it now. Virelle stepped forward once, that was all. But the ground shifted beneath her feet. The light collapsed in on itself and everything went dark. For a single breath, Ameila couldnāt see. Couldnāt feel the ground. Couldnāt hear the forest. Only the echo of her own pulse.Ā
Then, they were somewhere else. Cooler. Thicker. Deeper into the woods where the trees grew taller and the moonlight barely touched the ground. No sign of Remmick. No broken bark. No scorched earth.Ā
Amelia staggered, catching herself against a tree, long hair frizzy and wild, dress dirty, face covered in dry tear streaks and sweat. Eyes blurry. Fingers tingling after the light that burst out in flickers.Ā
āWhaāā she choked. āWhat was thatāwhereāā
Virelle stood a few paces away, untouched, unbothered, uninterested. She watched Amelia like a problem she hadnāt decided how to solve yet.Ā
āThat,ā Virelle said. āWas whatās been sniffinā at your heels since you crossed into this place.āĀ
Ameila shook her head, trembling. āHeāhe said he was gonāā
āYes,ā Virelle cut in. āHe was.āĀ
Ameliaās light flickered again but weak. Exhausted. Virelleās gaze dropped to her hands, then back up to her face.Ā
āYou donāt know how to use it.ā She said.Ā
Amelia swallowed hard. āIā¦I triedāā
āYou panicked.āĀ
āI was about to be killed!āĀ
āAnd you nearly handed yourself over.āĀ
Virelleās words were cold. Clean. Unforgiving. No room for understanding. Ameila flinched like sheād been struck. Virelle stepped closer, enough now that Amelia could see her clearly. The stillness in her. The absence of fear. And her fae stirred.Ā
āYou donāt understand what you are.ā Virelle said. āAnd because of thatā¦everything around you suffers for it.āĀ
Ameliaās chest tightened. āWho are you?āĀ
A pause. Thenā¦
āSomeone whoās been watching you burn everything you touch.āĀ
Ameliaās breath hitched.Ā
Somewhere far off, deep in the trees theyād left behind, a low, furious howl echoed.Ā
Remmick.Ā
He was still alive. Ready to hunt again. Virelle didnāt bother acknowledging the sound of Remmickās ferocity, but her eyes sharpened.Ā
āHeāll come again,ā she said.Ā
Ameliaās lungs burned as she tried to steady her breathing.Ā
It wasnāt working.Ā
Her chest rose too fast. Her hands trembled. That light inside her that was usually a low hum felt raw now. Scraped open like it had been dragged out of her without warning and didnāt know how to settle back into place.Ā
āYou gonā stand there staring at me like I aināt almost just died?ā Her voice cracked, sharp with fear and anger. āOr you gonā tell me what the yell is goinā on?āĀ
Virelle stood with her weight balanced evenly, hands relaxed at her sides, eyes fixed on Amelia like she was studying something fragile and inconvenient at the same time.Ā
It made Ameliaās skin crawl.
āWho are you?ā Amelia pressed, stepping forward. āAnd how you just do that? Where we at? What was that thingāā
āA vampire.ā Virelle said.Ā
Amelia blinked. āA what?āĀ
āA predator,ā Virelle continued, as if Amelia hadnāt spoken. āOlder than most things that walk this land. Drawn to power. To blood. To anything that burns bright enough to be worth the trouble.ā
Amelia shook her head, frustration rising fast. āThat donāt explain you.āĀ
āNo,ā Virelle said. āIt doesnāt.ā
Ameliaās jaw tightened. āThen explain it.āĀ
Virelleās gaze shifted slightly, dragging over Ameliaās face, her trembling hands, the faint flicker still dancing beneath her skin.
āYouāre unstable.āĀ
Amelia flinched. āWhat?āĀ
āYou heard me.āĀ
A sharp breath left her.
āI got chased through the woods by someāsome thing tryinā to eat me and thatās what you got to say?āĀ
āWhat I have to say,ā Virelle replied, voice even, āis that you are loud, untrained, and careless with a power you donāt understand. That makes you dangerous. Not just to yourself.āĀ
Amelia stared at her, stunned.Ā
āYou donāt know me,ā Amelia said.
āI know enough.āĀ
āThen say it!ā Amelia snapped, emotion breaking through. āSay what you think you know ābout me!āĀ
Virelle took on step closer.Ā
āYou donāt know what you are, she said. āBut you feel it. Every time your emotions spike. Every time someone gets too close. Every time you want something badly enough to bend the world around you.āĀ
Ameliaās throat tightened. āThat ainātāā
āYou killed a man.āĀ
Ameila staggered back like sheād been struck.
āI didnāt mean to kill Nathaniel. It was an accidentāā
āYou still did it.āĀ
Virelleās voice didnāt rise or accuse. It justā¦stated.Ā
Ameliaās eyes burned. āI lost control. I told you that. I didnāt know what was happeninā to me.āĀ
Virelleās expression didnāt change.Ā
āYou led him into the water. You let your emotions climb. And your light answered. You wanted to kill him and your fae gave you the push you needed to do it.ā
Amelia shook her head, tears spilling now.Ā
āIā¦It justā¦it happened.āĀ
āKeep selling that lie to yourself Amelia to make you feel better.ā The quiet in Virelleās tone was suffocating. āYou donāt direct it. You donāt contain it. You react. And everything around you pays the price for that.āĀ
Ameliaās chest heaved. āYou talkinā like I chose this.ā
āNo,ā Virelle said. āIām talking like you refused to learn it.āĀ
Ameliaās hands curled into fists. āLearn from who?ā She demanded. āMy grandmother died before she could tell me everything. My mama aināt never been there. I been tryinā to figure this out on my ownāā
āAnd in the process,ā Virelle cut in, āyou attached yourself to the first place that felt like safety.āĀ
Amelia went still.Ā
āYou embedded yourself in a house already rooted in ancestral work,ā Virelle continued. āA woman who practices. A man bound to her. Another drawn to power and pleasure. You placed yourself at the center of something already alive.āĀ
Amelia shook her head slowly. āStop. Annie was the one person I could feel safe with. I didnāt do that on purpose. I didnāt charm them on purpose.āĀ
āNo,ā Virelle said. āBut you did it anyway.ā Her eyes flicked briefly, toward Ameliaās chest. āYou made sweetening work.āĀ
Ameliaās breath caught.Ā
āIā¦ā she hesitated. āIt wasnāt for them. I made it for myself. To soften things. To keep peaceāā
āAnd instead,ā Virelle said, āyou amplified what you already are.āĀ
The realization crept in slow and sick.Ā
āYou think that jar worked on its own?ā Virelle went on. āYou think it didnāt respond to you? Your blood? Your nature?āĀ
Ameliaās voice dropped. āI didnāt mean to trap nobody.āĀ
āYou didnāt have to mean it.ā Virelleās gaze sharpened like daggers. āYouāre a conduit. Not just for desire. For attachment. Obsession. Longing. That jar didnāt create those feelingsā¦it fed them. And you stood at the center of it while it did.āĀ
Images flickered behind Ameliaās eyes.Ā
Annieās hands on her hips and her lips and tongue on her pussy.Ā
Smokeās stare and obsession with her smell, his nose pressed into her bloomers.Ā
Stackās voice telling her he loved her the look in his eyes when he mounted her and fucked her in the backseat of his car.Ā
Her stomach turned.Ā
āI didnāt force them,ā she whispered.Ā
āNo. But you made it easier for them not to resist.ā
Ameliaās shoulders caved in, her hands covering her face as she cried openly now. The kind of crying that came from being stripped down to truth you didnāt want to face.Ā
āIāI justājust wanted somewhere toāto belong,ā Amelia choked. āThatās all I wanted.āĀ
Virelle watched her. Unmoved.Ā
āThat doesnāt make you harmless.āĀ
Amelia dropped her hands, eyes blazing through tears. āThen what do you want from me?!āĀ
Virelle paused, thenā¦
āIām here because youāve become a problem.āĀ
āA problem,ā Amelia repeated, hollow.Ā
āYes.āĀ
āFor who?āĀ
āFor everything around you.āĀ
Amelia laughed once. Bitter. Broken. āSo what, you here to kill me then?āĀ
Virelleās gaze lingered. She didnāt answer right away.Ā
āIf that were the case,ā she said finally, āyou wouldnāt still be standing.āĀ
Amelia wiped at her face, breathing uneven. āThen why reveal yourself now?āĀ
Virelle looked past her for a moment. Into the trees. Listening to something Amelia couldnāt hear.Ā
āBecause something else has.ā Virelle said.Ā
Amelia followed her gaze instinctively.Ā
āRemmick,ā Virelle added. āHe felt you.āĀ
A chill crept through Ameliaās spine.Ā
āAnd he wonāt stop. Virelle said. āNot now that he knows what you are.āĀ
Amelia swallowed hard. āThen teach me.āĀ
It came out raw. Desperate.Ā
āTeach me how to control it. How to stop this from happeninā again. I canāt keepāā her voice broke, āāI canāt keep hurtinā people.āĀ
For the first time, Virelleās expression changed. She didnāt appear as hard, although that was still simmering. She was more focused.Ā
āYou donāt get control because you ask for it,ā Virelle said. āYou get it when you stop pretending youāre not capable of destruction.āĀ
Ameliaās chest tightened. āI know what I did.ā She said quietly.Ā
āKnowing isnāt enough.āĀ
The silence between them was thick and waiting. Amelia lifted her chin, even with tears still on her face.Ā
āThen donāt stand there talkinā down to me like Iām some mistake,ā she said. āEither help meā¦or leave me alone.āĀ
Virelle studied her. Long enough that the forest seemed to hold still around them.Ā
Then, a distant sound cut through. Another growl.
Remmick.Ā
Closer than before.Ā
Virelleās eyes sharpened. āHe found the trail.āĀ
There was no more time to argue.Ā
He had her scent now.Ā
Amelia felt it before she heard it again. Her chest tightened, her breath turning shallow as that same wrongness crept back over her skin. Her light flickered in response, weak but restless, like it was trying to rise and didnāt have the strength.Ā
āHeās cominā,ā Amelia whispered.Ā
āI know,ā Virelle said.Ā
No panic. No urgency in her tone.Ā
Amelia turned in place, scanning the dark between the trees like she might see him any second. āWe gotta go!!āĀ
āWe are going,ā Virelle replied, stepping forward. āBut Iām not dragging you blind through these woods again. Youāll leave a trail he can follow in his sleep.āĀ
Another crack split the distance.Ā
Closer.Ā
Amelia panicked. āThen what do we do?!āĀ
Virelle turned and looked fully at her now.Ā
āWhere can you go,ā she asked, āwhere your scent is already knownā¦where your presence wonāt raise suspicionā¦where you can hide without feelinā like youāre hidinā?āĀ
Ameliaās mind scrambled. Images flickered too fast to holdāAnnieāsānoā¦no. Sheās not welcome thereāClub Jukeāhow would she get inside?
Thenā¦
Pearline.Ā
A small house. Quiet. Tucked away. A place that didnāt ask too many questions.Ā
āShe got a place,ā Amelia said quickly, voice shaking. āPearline. She lives on the edge of town, near the low fields. Keeps to herself. Aināt nobody gonā be lookinā for me there.āĀ
Virelle held her gaze for a moment. Measuring.Ā
āThink carefully,ā she said. āYou lead me somewhere unsafe, I will not stay to clean it up.ā
āI aināt lyinā,ā Amelia snapped, fear sharpening her tone. āSheās safe. She donāt know nothinā about this. She justā¦she minds her business.ā
Another sound tore through the trees, accompanied by a wet inhale. A hiss.
Remmick was enjoying this.Ā
Virelle reached for Amelia. Her hand closed around Ameliaās wrist firm and grounding.Ā
āPicture it.ā She said.Ā
Ameliaās breath stuttered. āWhat?āĀ
āThe house. The road. The land around it. Donāt thinkāsee it.āĀ
Amelia squeezed her eyes shut, forcing the image to the front of her mind. The shape of Pearlineās porch. The lean of the roof. The narrow dirt path leading up to it. The way the land dipped slightly before the yard opened up.Ā
āI got it.ā Amelia said.Ā
āGood.āĀ
The air seemed to tighten. It felt like her body was being pulled away. Amelia barley had time to grasp before everything changed.Ā
The ground vanished. The trees folded inward. Sound dropped out of the world. For a split second, there was nothing but a hollow silence and the echo of her own pulse.Ā
And then, they were standing somewhere else. Amelia staggered forward, catching herself on the rough edge of a wooden post. Her breath came back in a rush. The smell of dry grass and old wood burned her nose.Ā
Pearlineās place.
It sat peaceful beneath the night sky, tucked back from the road like it had learned not to draw attention to itself. The house was small, one story, its paint long since worn down to soft gray wood. The porch sagged slightly at one corner, but the steps were swept clean. A rocking chair rested near the door, its wood polished from years of use. A lantern hung from a hood casting a warm circle of light across the boards. Beyond the house, the land stretched out flat and open, low fields kissed by the last of the evening air. The grass whispered softly with each passing breeze.Ā
Ameliaās chest rose and fell as she took it in, still trying to catch up to where she was.Ā
āWe here,ā she said, almost In disbelief.Ā
Virelle released Ameliaās wrist. Her gaze swept the property once with sharp and efficient eyes. The house. The land. The edge of the dark.Ā
Evaluating.Ā
āThis will do.ā She said.
Virelleās attention shifted back toward the trees, listening. Amelia followed her gaze, her stomach tightening again.Ā
āYou think heāā
āHe will come.ā Virelle said. āJust not yet.āĀ
Amelia swallowed hard, wrapping her arms around herself. The adrenaline was fading, leaving her cold. Shaken.Ā
āWhat do we do?ā Amelia asked.Ā
Virelle finally looked at her again. For the first time since she appeared, there was something else in her expression.Ā
Focus.
āWe make sure,ā she said, āthat when he doesā¦youāre not the same thing he chased into those woods.āĀ
Moonlight filtered through the thin curtains of Pearlineās bedroom that was heavy with the scent of sweat and the riverās distant humidity. Sammie Moore had been there since dawn, slipped in after Stack dropped him off. Her husband was still gone, a letter came in saying his trip would be extended for at least another week. A full day tangled in sheets and each other, the world outside forgotten. Sammie couldnāt get enough of Pearline, especially not of her pussyāinsatiable, drawn to it like a moth to flame. Loving the raw, musky taste that built through the hours, her scent deepening in the same drawers sheād worn since that morning.Ā
Pearline lay back on the bed, her deep brown skin sheened with sweat, legs parted wide as she watched Sammie with those expressive eyes, a mix of command and surrender in her gaze. She was still in her lilac-colored robe, hiked up around her waist, the cotton drawers tugged aside just enough. She was in no rush to change; she let the dayās wear cling to her, knowing it drove him wild.Ā
āCome here, boy,ā Pearline said with a sultry tone, voice floating like she was singing to him.Ā
She patted the mattress between her thighs. Her fingers trailed down her belly, parting the damp fabric, revealing dark curls matted with her arousal, her pussy lips swollen and slick from his earlier attentions.Ā
Sammie crawled forward on his knees, his lean body buzzing with lust, eyes locked on her like she was salvation and sin wrapped in one. At twenty, he was all eagerness and learning, the Preacherās son unraveling thread by thread. Guilt flickered in his chestāwhat would Pop say?ābut it drowned under the pull of her, the way she opened for him, trusted him with this scared mess from her honey pot. Sammie settled between her knees, hands gripping her thighs, spreading them wider as he leaned in, the bridge of his nose brushing the damp crotch of her drawers first, inhaling deep. That tasteā¦that smellāearthy, tangy, built up from her sitting through the Delta heatāit hit him hard, his dick twitching in his trousers, hard like locomotive steel.Ā
Sammie hooked his fingers into the waistband, pulling the drawers down her legs slow, letting them bunch at her ankles before tossing them aside. Pearlineās pussy was right there, exposed, glistening folds parted slightly, clit peeking out swollen and begging. Sammie dove in without a word, mouth latching into her, tongue flat and broad as he licked from her creamy entrance up to her clit in one long, hungry stroke. She tasted like everything he cravedāsalty-sweet, her juices coating his tongue, the dayās essence making it richer, more forbidden. He imagined what she must taste like after working the fields. Or after a performance at Messengerās.Ā
Pearlineās hand found his hair, nails tugging on coarse hair, guiding him, āRight there,ā she instructed, voice husky, hips lifting to press her pussy against his face. āStay on that spotā¦my clit, baby. Donāt wander.āĀ
Sammie obeyed, lips sealing around the nub, sucking gently like she was a pair of lips he was kissing tender. His tongue circled, then he flicked the tip against her clit before flattening to lap in lazy swipes. Pearline moaned softly, thighs trembling around his ears, the sound validating him, making his chest swell with pride even as attachment knotted deeper.Ā
āGo slow with the tongue,ā Pearline breathed, her free hand cupping her breast, pinching the nipple through the fabric of her ribe as she watched him work. āLike you savorinā it. Yeahā¦just like that.āĀ
Sammie was a good learner, always had beenāearnest, attentive, hanging on her every word like his fatherās sermons. He eased his pace, tongue dragging languid across her clit, then dipping lower to thrust inside her pussy, fucking her with it shallow before returning to suckle the sensitive peak. Her arousal flooded his mouth, dripping down his chin, and he groaned against her, the vibration making her buck.Ā
Pearline was wetter now, pussy clenching around nothing as he ate her out, his hands kneading her ass, pulling her closer.
āSuck on it soft,ā she directed, voice edging toward a gasp, ālike kissing lipsā¦gentle, but firm. Donāt stop.āĀ
Sammie followed, mouth working with precision, alternating sucks and slow licks, his nose buried in her coils, breathing her in. The secrecy of it all added urgency, her husbandās shadow making every lap feel stolen; temporary. For her, this was breathing, being touched with intention, wanted as a woman alive. For him, it was manhood, unfolding, losing pieces of innocence to her taste, her instructions, willingly stepping into the danger.Ā
Pearlineās breaths came quicker, her hips rolling against his face.Ā
āDeeper nowā¦put that tongue back inside, then back up.āĀ
Sammie complied, plunging his tongue into her hole, tasting the depths, lapping at her walls before sliding up to circle her clit again. Pearline was close, body tensing, and he doubled down, sucking harder on the command in her eyes, fingers slipping to part her folds wider for better access. Her climax hit suddenāpussy pulsing, juices gushing as she cried out. Her thighs clamped his head, riding his mouth through the waves.Ā
Sammie didnāt pull away, he licked her clean and savored the aftershocks. When she finally relaxed, hand stroking his cheek, she looked down at him with those beautiful eyes full of release and something deeper.Ā
āGood boy,ā she whispered, pulling him up for a kiss, tasting herself on his lips.Ā
Sammie eased up from between Pearlineās thighs, his lips shiny with herĀ juices, chin slick. He knelt there, lean frame taunt with arousal so intense he felt like he would explode just from the taste of her on his tongue. He stared down at her, his eyes wide and earnest, Preacher Boy turned devourer. Pearline lay sprawled on the rumpled bed, her lilac satin robe fallen open like a spilled petal, the smooth fabric clinging to her curves where sweat beaded on her deep brown skin. Sheās dabbed on jasmine oil that morning, the sweet, heady floral scent blooming warm from her neck and wrists now mingling with the musk of her arousal.Ā
Her wild curls fanned out on the pillow, dark and untamed, framing her face like a halo of midnight. Her eyes are glossy from her climax that still rippled through her, half-lidded and sated. She gazed up at Sammie with a lazy smile, chest rising steady, one hand idly tracing the edge of her robe where it gaped over her breast.Ā
Sammie wasnāt done. Not by a long shot. That taste lingered on his tongue, tangy and addictive, pulling him back like a river current. He needed more of her pussy, more of that forbidden feast that Stack had talked vulgar about during drives to Club Juke, lessons passed like contraband.Ā
āStackā¦he told me ābout findinā that button down there.ā Sammie said, voice rough, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand but not quite breaking the stare. āSaid to savor it like an ice cream cone. Slow licks, make it last. And keep givinā the woman what she deserves. A good lickinā, and a happy endin.āāĀ
Pearline let out a soft giggle, the sound bubbling up warm and surprised, her full lips curving as she propped on her elbows.Ā
āOh, that cousin of yoursā¦Stack got a way witā words. Teachinā you right, aināt he?āĀ
Her voice carried that southern lilt, smooth as molasses, eyes sparkling with amusement and the afterglow of a woman wielding pussy power. Validation that made her feel seen, wanted beyond the drudgery of her days.Ā
Before she could say more, Sammie moved quick, surprising her with that surge. His hands gripped her knees, pinning them up to her chest, folding her open wide. Pearlineās, hairy pussy was exposed in full, lips pulled apart, clit peeking like a ripe berry, hole leaking. She gasped, a mix of shock and delight, her body surrendering under his touch.Ā
āSammieāā
He was diving back in, face burying between her thighs, but not with frantic laps, no, he started with just kissesālips pressing tender to her wet curls that shielded her outer lips, then inner, like he was greeting a loverās mouth. Peck after peck. Pearline moaned, almost as if she was serenading him. Her hands flew to his head, fingers tangled in his thick hair.Ā
āOoh, Sammieā¦mmm, babyā¦ā
Each kiss sent sparks up her spine, her hips twitching despite the pinned position. Sammie kissed directly over her entrance next, lips sealing, tasting the fresh trickle of her arousal without a tongue in sight, just the pressure of his lips.
āYour cousin taught you well,ā Pearline breathed, voice hitching as his lips brushed her clit in a feather-light kiss, making her arch. āYou may be a young man, fresh as spring rain, but lawd, you sure know how to use them lips. Pleasinā a woman like meā¦donāt stop, baby. Keep kissinā it just like that.ā
Pearlineās moans grew deeper, drawn-out sighs and low hums with vocal slides like she was making love with her mouth to a microphone. She called his name in that husky drawlāāSammie, oh Sammieāālegs trembling against his hold.Ā
He kept at it, kissing every inch, devoted, drawing out her whimpers until her body quivered again, on the brink. His lips mapped her pussy with a steady overflow of kisses that grew firmer, more insistent, each one pressing deeper. Her outer lips, that rich, deep mahogany hue blending into the warm brown of her thighs, began to swell under the attention, plumping pull and heavy. Her inner lips peeked out more like wings, flushed a deeper coral, slick and parting just enough to reveal the tender pinkish core beneath, all of it framed by the coarse, dark curls at the top that were matted now with her growing wetness. With those kisses alone, Pearline started leakingāclear strands of her arousal seeping from her entrance, coating his lips and chin.Ā
Her clit throbbed into view, swelling to a firm pearl, hooded and begging without words as it pulsed under his gentle presses. Pearlineās breath came quicker, her wide eyes fluttering, that sated glow from before reigniting into something fiercer.Ā
āMmm, thatās it, babyā¦keep kissinā me there,ā she whispered, guiding him like a patient teacher in a one-room schoolhouse. āRight on them lipsā¦feel how Iām openinā for you? Lawd, your mouthās got me all stirred up.āĀ
Sammie patted his lips wider, drawing her inner lips and clit into his mouth, slick petals yielding to the pull, making her hips jerk once. Pearline gasped sharp, a whimper threading through it, her hand sliding from his curls to hook firm on the back of his neck, nails digging just enough to urge him on.
āSuck it like that, Sammieāoh, honey, yes. Get that clit, pull āem in your mouth. Aināt nobody everā¦mmmph.ā Her words broke into a moan, low and rolling like thunder over the fields.Ā
His energy poured out relentless, that Preacher Boy devotion twisted into something raw and worshipfulāeyes closed tight, shoulders hunched as he worked her pussy with single-minded fire, like he was atoning for every forbidden thought in one endless act. No hesitation, just pure, astounding need to draw every sound from her, to make her body sing under his touch. Pearlineās instructions kept coming, husky and fragmented between gasps.Ā
āSuck that wet part, make it pop. Yeah, kiss likeā¦oh, lawd, you doinā it right.āĀ
Pearlineās levitated her hips then, lifting clean off the bed, her knees still pinned but her core thrusted up, shoving her pussy hard into his faceāfeeding him every swollen, creamy, gushy inch, grinding against his sucking mouth with a sensual Dan e born of pure want.Ā
Sammie met her halfway, his large hands sliding under to cup her ass, firm cheeks filling his palms, the skin there smooth and sweat-slick. He squeezed, pulled her closer, pushing more pussy onto his lips, burying his face deeper until his nose brushed her curls. Sammie zeroed in, tongue joining the suck, lapping flat and broad over her clit before sealing his lips around it, sucking steady while his tongue swirled the tip. Then down to her inner lips, his tongue flicking between the petals, flattening at her entrance, lips puckering to suck whatever creamy goodness resided on her slick walls. The wet sound of his mouth was ridiculous, mingling with the distant call of a mockingbird outside.Ā
Pearline twitched hard, her body a live wire, thighs quivering against his hold, belly tightening as waves built fierce. Moans spilled free, turning to whimpers that pitched higher, gasps ripping from her throat with every suck on her clit.Ā
āSammieā¦oh, baby, it feels so goodādonāt you stop, keep suckinā thatā¦mmm, right there.āĀ
Her hips bucked wilder, shoving pussy into him, the pressure of his hands on her ass only fueling the grind, jasmine-scented sweat beading fresh on her skin, robe twisted forgotten beneath her. The build was too much, too fastāher words tangled, unable to form the warning, just choked.
āI-OH!!!āĀ
It crashed over her. Her climax hit like a Delta Storm, pussy cat clenching and flooding his mouth with a fresh gush, clit pulsing under his relentless sucks and licks. Pearline arched rigid, a long, keening moan tearing outāāPREACHER BOY!!āābody shaking as spasms rippled through her core, whole pussy contracting against his tongue. Sammie didnāt pull back right away, eating her through it all, sucking softer, licking that clit Iām slow circles to draw out every aftershock, swallowing her release with that same devoted hunger, hands kneading her ass to hold her in place. Pearline collapsed back, spent and trembling.Ā
Sammie eased off her then, his lips trailing wet kisses down the inside of her thighs, those smooth, deep brown curves quivering from the aftershocks. He peppered them gentle, savoring the salty tang of her skin mixed with the perfume oil that clung to her like summer vine, working his way lower until her legs relaxed fully, splaying open on the rumpled sheets. Pearline floated in that orgasmic haze, chest rising and falling in lazy waves, her wild curls fanned out like a dark halo, eyes half-lidded with a bliss that softened her whole frame. She was glowing and loose.Ā
Sammie rolled over onto his back, laying flat beside her, a content smile curving on his moist lipsāwide and boyish, cheekbones prominent, the sheen of her pussy juice and cum smeared across his chin and mouth, glistening like dew on his skin. Pearline turned her head, gaze drifting down, and there it was: his dick straining hard against the front of his trousers, the fabric tented thick. A dark spot bloomed where pre-cum had leaked through. Pearline hadnāt touched it yet, hadnāt even glanced during their frenzy, but now it throbbed obvious, begging for attention.Ā
Pearline pushed up on one elbow, her satin robe slipping further off her shoulder, and reached over, placing her palm flat against that rigid length. She stroked slow at first, graceful fingers tracing the outline through the rough wool, feeling the heat pulse under her touch, the way it jumped eager against her hand. Sammie looked up at her, those expressive eyes wide with a mix of awe and hesitation
His voice came out rough and tender. āYou aināt gotta do nothinā you donāt want, Pearline. I can keep eatinā your pussy all night if thatās what you need. Iād be satisfied with thatāmore than.āĀ
Pearline laughed soft, a warm throaty sound that rolled like river mist, her hand keeping that steady stroke on his bulge, squeezing just enough to make him hiss.Ā
āWell, what if u wanna know what Preacher Boy Sammie got tucked away in his pants? Been wonderinā since you walked in here with that smile.ā
Sammie swallowed hard, glancing down at her fingers working him, then back up to her face. āYou sure? I meanā¦āĀ
āIām sure, baby,ā Pearline purred, leaning closer, her seductive eyes locking on his with that confidence she carried like she was captivating an audience. āI want to. And you deserve it for beinā such a good guestā¦eatinā my pussy like no man ever has, drawinā it outta me ātil I couldnāt see straight.āĀ
Sammie tilted his head, curiosity flickering through the haze. āYour husband never ate you up like that?ā
Pearline scoffed, a sharp little sound, her strokes turning firmer, thumb circling the tip through the cloth where it wept for her. āNo, honey. I married a man that canāt keep it up half the time and sure as hell canāt please a woman like myself. Leaves me high and dry, every night the same old nothinā.ā She massaged his hardened dick then, palm pressing full along the length, feeling it throb thick and hot. She worked from base to head in unhurried pulls. āI wanna show you why they used to call me Pretty Mouth Pearline,ā she added, voice dropping low and teasing, that southern lilt wrapped around the words like a bawdy blues tune.Ā
Sammieās breath caught, but he nodded, stunned silent as she sat up fully, her free hand moving to his belt buckle. She worked it open, with practiced ease, the metal clinking, then she tugged it free, looping it aside. Her fingers dipped to the button next, popping it with a flick, zipper rasping down, each tooth parting. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of his trousers and underwear both, peeling them down his lean hips, the fabric catching brief on his stiff dick, skin a warm brown flushed darker at the head, semi-thick shaft curved downward, the tip slick with pre-cum beading clear and ready. So much pre cum.Ā
Pearline let her eyes roam it appreciative, her hand wrapping around the base, fingertips meeting, stroking once from root to crown, drawing a low groan from him. Then, she leaned in, cupping his jaw with her other hand, and kissed him deep, lips pressing firm against his, tongue slipping past to taste herself on him, and that tangy mess of her release smeared between them. Sammie froze for a beat, stunned that sheād kiss him like this with his pecker in her hand, messy and unashamed, her flavor sharp on his tongue as she licked into his mouth.Ā
Sammie lay there rigid, his gaze locked on Pearlineās hand wrapped around his pecker, those slender fingers gliding with a twist of her wrist like she was churning butter. Speechless didnāt cover it, he cousins form a single word, throat tight as a drum. Jedadiah had run a tight ship back home, no room for anything but scripture and chores, and heād never even lingered too long with the choir girls after service. Now here he was, stretched out on her bed with her fist working him steady, the heat of her palm sending parks straight up his spine. Sammie flicked his eyes from her faceāthose knowing eyes watching him closeāto the sight of his dick, twitching in her grip, leaking so much pre-cum it stunned him.Ā
Pearlineās thumb brushed over the slick tip each time she reached the crown. She leaned in without a word, her tongue flicking out to lap away the bead of pre-cum gathered there, tasting him clean in one slow drag. Sammieās whole body jerked, a choked sound catching in his chest as he fought hard not to spill right then, muscles locking tight while pleasure roared up from his balls. The kiss from before still lingered on his lips, but this new touch had him shaking, every nerve lit up under her strokes.Ā
Pearline eased her grip just enough to catch his eye. āCan I suck you, Sammie?āĀ
His chest heaved, the answer bursting out desperate and shaky. āYesā¦but IāI donāt wanna cum fast.āĀ
Pearline gave a small nod, calm as ever. āItās alright if you do. Just relax.āĀ
She settled down between his legs while he watched, eyes wide with nerves. Her palms slid under his balls, cupping them firm to hold his dick straight as the floorboards under the bed. Then, her lips found him, pressing slow kisses all along the length, warm and unhurried. Sammieās mouth fell open, fresh beat of slick welling up at the tip and trailing down as he leaked steady under her touch.Ā
Pearline didnāt waste another second. She opened her mouth wide and swept her tongue upward, licking him from the base to the crown in one long, slow stroke, just like she was tasting a sweet popsicle on a July afternoon. The warmth of her mouth was a shock to his system, and as she repeated the motion, the tip of his dick leaked a heavy bead of pre-cum that she licked clean with a hungry flick.Ā
She could feel him trembling, his balls tightening and pulling up close to his body as the pleasure spiked. Pearline paused for a heartbeat, looking up at him with those dark, knowing eyes, her voice a sultry drawl.Ā
āYou like that, Sammie? Feel good, baby?ā She let out a soft, teasing hum, her tongue swirling around the head of his pecker. āPreacher Boy love this tongue on his dick? Love how Iām tastinā you?āĀ
Sammieās head hit the mattress, his fingers digging into the sheets. He felt like he was floating and drowning all at once.Ā
āGodā¦you aināt realā¦ā he gasped, his voice breaking. āHoly shit, Pearlineā¦ā
Pearline stopped for a moment, a playful, wicked smile touching her lips. She reached down, her fingers gently massaging his tight balls, rolling them between her palms while her tongue gave the underside of his shaft a sharp, wet lick.Ā
āAināt no God in here, baby.ā She whispered, her breath hot against his skin. āJust you and me. Just this right here.āĀ
Before he could even process the words, Pearline lunged forward. She opened her throat and took him in, sliding her mouth over him in one fluid motion. She didnāt stop at the head; she pushed deeper and deeper, swallowing him whole until the base of his dick was pressed hard against her lips.Ā
Sammie let out a choked sound, his entire body stiffening. He was stuck, buried deep in the wet, right heat of her throat. The suction was intense, a vacuum that seemed to pull the very soul out of him. He couldnāt move, couldnāt breathe, just lay there pinned by her mouth, feeling the squeeze of her throat muscles gripping his pecker like a vice. He was completely at her mercy, wet, muffled sounds of her taking every inch of him filling the room.Ā
Pearline glides her lips off of him with agonizing slowness, the wet suction making a soft popping sound as she finally released him. She kept her eyes locked on his the entire timeādark, hooded, and brimming with a playful sort of power.Ā
Sammie was a complete wreck. He lay there panting, his chest having, his pecker throbbing and glistening with her spit. He felt stunned, his mind racing to comprehend how she had managed to take every single inch of him down her throat in one fluid motion without even gagging. You see, them Moore men are well endowed. Packing more meat than a butcher. Sammie always struggled with where to put it all, Stack cracking jokes about it.Ā
āSee, thatās why all the Moore men walk slow. Safety reasons.āĀ
Sammie frowned. āThat true?āĀ
Stack grinned. āThatās what I tell the tailor every time he send me a bill.āĀ
āHowā¦how you do that?ā Sammie rasped, his voice sounding thin and strained. He looked at her, genuine bewilderment in his eyes. āPearlineā¦I aināt never seen nothinā like that. Youā¦you use one of Annieās spells?āĀ
Pearline quirked a brow, a small, amused smile playing on her lips. She let out a low melodic giggle that vibrated in the room. āAnnieās spells?ā She asked, her voice dripping with honeyed sarcasm. āYou think Annie got spells that help a woman suck some wood?āĀ
Sammieās mind flashed back to a few days prior. He remembered skipping rocks in the pond near Annieās shack and overhead Stack talking in a low, gravelly tone to Amelia. He recalled Stack mentioning that Annie sold a special mixāsome kind of root powderāthat helped women provide their men with a āthroat serviceā that would make a man forget his own name.Ā
āI heard Stack,ā Sammie admitted, his voice earnest. āHe was talkinā to Amelia over at the shack. He said Annie sells a mixā¦somethinā to make the throat open up, to make it feel different.āĀ
Pearlineās expression softened into something wicked. She reached up, her fingers grazing the head of his pecker, swirling the pre-cum around the tip. She looked up at him, her eyes flashing with a pride that was entirely carnal.Ā
āNo, baby,ā she whispered, āI donāt need no conjure to suck some dick. This here is all natural. Just a woman who knows exactly how to handle a man.āĀ
Before Sammie could utter another word, Pearline lunged. She didnāt tease him this time; she opened her mouth wide and drove forward, swallowing him whole once again. The sensation was instantaneous and overwhelming. He felt his shaft slide past her lips, past her tongue, and deep into the tight, wet heat of her throat.Ā
She took him all the way back, burying him deep until her face was pressed against his pubic bone. Sammie let out a muffled cry, his hips jerking upward instinctively. He was trapped again, pinned by the incredible suction of her throat, feeling the pulsing squeeze of her muscles propping him tight. Sammie lay there paralyzed by pleasure, realizing that no spell in the Delta could compare to the raw, natural hunger of Pearlineās mouth.
Pearline didnāt give him a second to recover. She locked her eyes onto his once more, a predatory glint in her gaze, and then she dove back down. This time, she kept her hands pressed flat against the mattress on either side of his hips, refusing to use them to guide him. She wanted him to feel the raw, unassisted power of her mouth.Ā
She clamped her lips tight around the head of his pecker and began to suck with a fierce pull. From the very top to base, Pearline was literally eating him, her cheeks hollowing out as she created a vacuum that felt like it was trying to pull the soul right out of his body. There was no hesitation, no tentative teasing, just passionate, hungry consumption.Ā
Sammie was completely shook. He lay there, his lean frame twitching against the sheets, his toes curling as the sheer force of her suction scent electric shocks straight to his spine. He wasnāt just moaning; he was letting out low, guttural groans that sounded more like prayers than pleas.Ā
He looked down at her, his expression one of total defeat. He stared at the top of her head, the wild curls of her hair bouncing with every deep, wet slide of her throat, and he felt a sense of awe that bordered on terror. To him, Pearline didnāt seem like a woman from the Delta anymore; she looked like some otherworldly creature, a siren who had lured him into a trap he had no desire to escape.Ā
He watched, mesmerized and breathless, as his dick disappeared completely into her mouth over and over again. The sight of his own shaft vanishing into the dark, wet tightness of her throat, combined with the wet, slapping of her lips hitting his pubic bone, broke whatever was left of his resolve.Ā
Pearline could feel him shaking, could hear the way his breath hitched in ragged gasps, and it only fueled her passion. She increased the pace, her tongue swirling around the rim of his head before she plunged back down, swallowing him whole with a greedy, desperate hunger. She was claiming him, marking him with every wet side, proving to the Preacher Boy that no sermon or scripture could ever compete with the visceral pleasure of her mouth.Ā
Sammieās body couldnāt take the passivity anymore. The sheer, overwhelming sensation of her throat clamping down on him triggered something primal, something that drowned out the voice of his father and the echoes of the pulpit. He stopped shaking and started moving. He gripped the sheets tight with one hand and reached down with the other to steady himself as he began to thrust. He started slow, pushing his pecker deep into her wet mouth, grinding his hips against her face. He wasnāt just receiving pleasure now, he was taking it, driving himself into her mouth, causing the mattress to creak beneath them.Ā
Pearlineās eyes widened, looking up at him from under those wild curls. She hadnāt expected the Preacher Boy to find his rhythm so quickly, but she didnāt fight him, her tongue swirling around the head of his dick as he slid on and out. She let him set the pace, her cheeks sunkened as she sucked him past her uvula with every thrust, her eyes locked on his watching the transformation on his face. No.
Then, the sound came. A sound Pearline had never heard from the quiet, earnest boy who played his guitar in the shade.Ā
āYeahā¦just like that,ā Sammie groaned, his voice dropping an octave, turning raw and gravelly. āSuck it, Pearline. Eat it allā¦you like that, donāt you? You like havinā the Preacherās boy deep in your throat?ā
Pearline froze for a split second, a jolt of pure electricity shooting through her. The contrast was intoxicatingāA boy who looked like an angel talking like a blues singer. Hearing him claim her, hearing that filth spill from his lips in that thick Delta drawl, sent a surge of heat straight to her pussy. It fueled a hunger in her that was almost violent.Ā
Pearline didnāt just let him thrust, she started meeting him. She used her tongue to tease the underside of his pecker, sucking the head with a ferocious, intensity every time he bottomed out in her throat. She wanted him to feel exactly how much his words were affecting her. She wanted to drain him dry.Ā
āThatās it, baby,ā Pearline thought, though she couldnāt speak with his dick filling her mouth. She started to moan around him, the vibrations from her hums Sammie could feel deep in his balls. She increased the suction, her lips tight and wet, swirling and pulling, determined to brings him back to the edge.Ā
Sammie was losing it. The combination of her expert mouth and the thrill of his own dirty talk had him seeing stars. He thrust harder, his hips snapping forward, breath coming out ragged.Ā
āIām gonāā¦Iām gonā fill you up, Pearline,ā Sammie hissed, his voice shaking with the effort of not clomaxing instantly. āIām gonā cum right down your throatāyou take all of me. Every drop.āĀ
The challenge in his voice was the final trigger. Pearline dove in with everything she had, her throat working like a pump, her tongue flicking frantically against his frenulum. She was eating him with a desperate, greedy passion, her eyes hungry and dazed, demanding that he give her everything he had. She wanted it right there in the back of her throat.Ā
Sammieās body snapped like a dry branch in a storm. He felt the surge start deep in his gut, a violent, electric blaze that rushed downward, bypassing every thought of sin or salvation. He let out a strangled, guttural cry, his back arching off the mattress as the first wave of climax hit him with a force that nearly blinded him.Ā
Sammie didnāt just cum; he erupted.Ā
It was the hardest he had ever experiencedāa visceral, pulsing explosion that made his hand-jobs feel like a distant, pale memory. The tightness and skill of Pearlineās mouth, the way she clamped down on him and refused to let go, turned the pleasure into something almost agonizingly sharp. He felt his pecker throb violently inside her, shooting thick, hot ropes of cum deep into the back of her throat.Ā
āOh Godā¦Pearline! Pearline!ā He gasped, his voice breaking, his fingers digging into the sheets until the fabric groaned.Ā
Pearline didnāt flinch or pull back to let him breathe or give him a moment of reprieve. She sounded down, gripping the base of his length with her hand, squeezing tight while her mouth became a seal, sucking with a hungry slurp of her lips to draw every single drop out of him. She swallowed hard, her throat working in powerful gulps, taking his hot seed as it flooded her mouth.Ā
His entire frame trembled with the aftershocks. Sammie felt drained, hollowed out, and completely conquered. Every pulse of his pecker sent another spurt of cum into her, and Pearline met each one with a determined suction. Her eyes locked on his, watching him unravel. She wanted him to feel the full weight of his surrender; she wanted him to know that in this room, under her touch, the Preacherās boy was nothing more than a man driven by raw, animal need.Ā
As the final tremors subsided, Sammie collapsed back into the pillows, his chest heaving, his breath coming in ragged sons of relief. He was floating, his mind a blank slate of white noise and pleasure.Ā
Pearline finally pulled away with a slow, wet pop. A thin string of saliva and cum connected her lip to the head of his glistening pecker. She didnāt wipe her mouth, instead she licked her lips, tasting the salt and heat of him, a triumphant, knowing smile playing on her face.Ā
Pearline looked down at himāspent, utterly defeatedāand let out a soft, humming laugh that vibrated in the humid air of the room.Ā
āNow, tell me, Preacher Boy,ā she licked her lips, her voice a sultry, velvet caress. āDoes your daddyās book got a chapter on a feeling like that?āĀ
Sammieās hands shot up and caught Pearline by the waist before she could finish that teasing question. With a sudden yank, he dragged her down onto the mattress, rolling so he was straddling her hips, his spent pecker twitching back to life against the soft satin of her robe.Ā
āNo,ā he panted, voice still hoarse from the way sheād just wrung him dry, āthe book donāt got a chapter for that feelinā.ā He leaned in close, lips brushing her ear. āBut if it did, I reckon itād call it damnationā¦and Iād read it every night.āĀ
Pearline let out a bright, surprised laugh that shook her whole body beneath him.Ā
He kissed her hard, open-mouthed, tasting himself on her tongue as his hips rolled forward. His pecker, slick and semi-hard again, dragged along the warm seam of her pussy through thin fabric, grinding slow and heavy. Pearline moaned into his mouth, her thighs parting wider on instinct, and he pressed down firmer, letting her feel every inch of him sliding against her swollen lips. Sammieās hands roamed under her robe, thumbs brushing her nipples, nudging his pecker insistently at her pussy lips.Ā
Then came a knock.Ā
Three firm raps against the front door.Ā
They both froze. Sammieās mouth hovered over hers, breath ragged. His mind raced starved straight to Stackāmaybe his cousin had come early to drag him back to Jedadiah or help him finalize things at Club Juke or whatever trouble the twins cooked up. Pearlineāsceyes flocked toward the bedroom door, wide and suddenly alert. Pearline sat up quick, sliding out from under him. She tugged her robe tight around her body, knotting the belt with shaky fingers. A flicker of panic crossed her face, the last thing she needed was some nosy fucking neighbor checking in while her husband was gone.Ā
āStay put,ā she whispered, voice firm, āI aināt finished with you yet, Preacher Boy.āĀ
She gave him one last heated look, then slipped out of the bedroom, leaving Sammie alone on the rumpled sheets, pecker hard and aching, heart hammering as he listened for voices at the door.Ā
Her feet padded across the worn hardwood as she made her way through the small house.Ā
Something about the knock sat wrong with her.Ā
By the time she reached the front door, concern had begun curling in her stomach. She unlocked it and pulled it open.Ā
The sight before her made her heart sink.Ā
āLord have mercy!āĀ
Amelia stood on the porch. Her curls were tangled and damp. Dirt streaked the hem of her dress. Her cheeks were blotchy from crying, her eyes swollen and red-rimmed. She looked exhausted. Like sheād been running. Like sheād been running for a long time.Ā
āAmelia?āĀ
Pearline immediately stepped forward.Ā
āWhat happened, baby?āĀ
Amelia opened her mouth. Nothing came out.Ā
Pearlineās worry deepened. Then, she noticed the woman standing beside her. The stranger was unlike anyone sheād ever seen.Ā
Tall.Ā
Elegant.Ā
Still.
Her skin held a pale gold-brown hue that seemed untouched by the world around her. Long dark hair fell in heavy waves down her back, nearly reaching her waist, catching the moonlight in subtle ribbons of silver. Her features were striking enough to make a person stare twiceāhigh cheekbones, straight nose, full mouth.Ā
But it was her eyes that unsettled Pearline.Ā
They were Ancient. Sharp and watchful. The eyes of somebody who spent a very long time studying the world and found little left capable of surprising her. She wore dark clothing fitted close to her fameāa long coat draped over narrow shoulders despite the warmth of the Mississippi night. There wasnāt a speck of dirt on her. As if she hadnāt traveled at all but simply appeared.Ā
Pearline felt the hairs on her arms rise.Ā
The woman said nothing. Simply watched.Ā
Waiting.Ā
Amelia finally found her voice. It came out small and broken.Ā
āPāPearlineā¦ā
The sound alone was enough.Ā
Pearlineās exhaled. āOh, honey.āĀ
Amelia lowered her head. Tears gathered again.Ā
Pearline reached out instinctively, touching her shoulder.
āWhat the hell happened?āĀ
Amelia swallowed, then looked over her shoulder toward the darkness beyond the porch, then back at Pearline.
āCan we come in?āĀ
Pearline didnāt hesitate.Ā
āOf course you can.āĀ
She stepped aside immediately. The screen door creaked open wider.Ā
Amelia entered first, and the strange woman followed after her, silent as a shadow.Ā
Pearline closed the door behind them.Ā
It started in a bayou. A bayou that extended wide beneath a pale afternoon sky, its dark water and cypress trunks rose from the earth like old sentinels. Spanish moss hung from the branches overhead, stirring lazily whenever a breeze managed to find its way through the trees. Dragonflies skimmed in the distance, frogs croaked from the reeds, and birds called to one another from hidden perches deep within the swamp.Ā
Six-year-old Elias Moore sat alone on a flat stone near the waterās edge, his bare feet dusty from a day spent wandering farther than his father would have approved of. His overalls were stained at the knees. A thin stick rested on his hands as he scraped absent-minded patterns into the damp earth. Every few moments he glanced across the water, though he wasnāt looking at anything in particular. His thoughts had drifted elsewhere.Ā
Somewhere ahead, Elijah was running through the trees. Stack could hear him now and again. A laugh. A shout. The crack of a branch underfoot. His twin sounded carefree. Untouched by the ache that had settled inside Eliasā chest.Ā
Their mama had been gone a long time.Ā
He never got to hear her voice. Never got to hug her. Eat her cooking. Sit in her lap under the stars after a hard day in the fields. That frightened him more than he liked to admit. And yet, his daddy blamed him for her passing. Beat him so bad with his belt it left him raw on the ass for days. And Elijah would comfort him. Elias feared that the beatings would get worse. And that Elijah would get darker.Ā
Elias lowered his gaze to the muddy ground and swallowed against the lump forming in his throat. The loneliness came in waves. Sometimes it caught him by surprise. Sometimes it sat beside him all day. Today it had followed him all the way to the bayou.
A flash of movement across the water pulled his attention upward.
At first, he thought it was a bird.Ā
Then, he thought it might be sunlight slipping between the trees.
But when he blinked, he realized it was a woman.Ā
She stood beneath a cluster of cypress trees on the opposite bank. For a moment, Elias simply stared. He couldnāt have explained why. Nothing about her seemed frightening. Strange, maybe. Unexpected. Yet there was something about her presence that rooted him to the spot.Ā
The woman moved through the trees with an easy grace. Her long, dark hair flowed down her back, catching bits of sunlight where it touched her. Her skin carried a warm, golden-brown glow that reminded him of river stones after a summer rain. She seemed completely at ease, as though the bayou belonged to her.Ā
Elias frowned slightly.Ā
He hadnāt heard anyone approach.Ā
Hadnāt heard a horse.
One moment she wasnāt there. The next she was.
The woman turned slowly, and her eyes found him immediately.Ā
A smile spread across her face.Ā
The sadness in Eliasā chest eased without warning.
It wasnāt magic. At least, not in any way he understood. It simply felt like stepping into sunlight after standing in the shade too long. Warmth spread through him. The hurt heād been carrying all afternoon loosened its grip.Ā
She raised one hand and waved.Ā
Elias looked behind himself instinctively, half expecting someone else to be there.Ā
There wasnāt.Ā
The wave was for him.
Tentatively, he waved back.Ā
The womanās smile widened.Ā
She began moving closer to the water. Calm. Every step seemed measured, as though she already knew exactly where she was going. The closer she came, the more clearly Elias could see her face.Ā
She was beautiful.
Not in the way church ladies described beauty.Ā
Not in the way grown folks talked about pretty women.Ā
She looked like something from an old story. Like sheād stepped out of one of the folktales whispered on front porches after dark.Ā
When she reached the waterās edge, she stopped and looked at him for a long moment. There was kindness in her eyes. Kindness and something else he couldnāt name.Ā
Then, she spoke.Ā
āEverythingās gonā be alright, baby boy.āĀ
Her voice carried across the water with surprising ease.
Elias felt those words settle somewhere deep inside him.
He didnāt know why he believed her.
He just did.Ā
The woman continued smiling, and for the first time, in a very long time, the ache of losing his mother didnāt feel quite so heavy.Ā
He found himself smiling back.Ā
The woman studied him quietly. There was affection in her gaze now. Pride, even. As though she were looking at someone she had known for years instead of a little boy sheād never met before.Ā
Stack tilted his head. āHow you know?āĀ
The question slipped out before he could stop it.
The woman laughed softly. The sound reminded him of water moving over smooth stones.Ā
āKnow what, baby?āĀ
āThat everythinā gonā be alright.āĀ
Her smile softened.
āBecause it will.āĀ
Stack considered that answer carefully and decided it wasnāt much of an answer at all. He opened his mouth to ask another question, but the woman was already looking beyond him, toward something far away.Ā
Toward something he couldnāt see.
When her gaze returned to him, there was a sadness in it now. A tenderness that made his young heart ache for reasons he couldnāt understand.Ā
For a moment, he thought she might say something else.Ā
Thought she might tell him who she was.Ā
Instead, she simply smiled once more.Ā
Then, the sunlight shifted across the water.Ā
A breeze stirred the moss overhead.Ā
And when Elias blinked, the woman was gone.
For years, that was how Stack remembered it.Ā
The woman appeared. She smiled. She told him everything would be alright.Ā
Then, she vanished.Ā
The memory had lived inside him untouched for so long that he questioned it. Never examined it too closely. It remained preserved exactly as heād experienced it, tucked away in a quiet corner of his mind where grief and wonder shared the same space. Yet now, standing beside the bayou once more, something felt different.Ā
The water no longer moved.Ā
The dragonflies were gone.Ā
Even the breeze had disappeared.Ā
The world had become unnaturally still.Ā
Young Stack frowned.
The woman remained at the waterās edge. Except she wasnāt fading this time. She wasnāt leaving.Ā
Instead, she took a step forward.Ā
Then another.Ā
And another.Ā
The distance between them began shrinking. A strange feeling settled in Stackās stomach. And it wasnāt fear, it was recognition.Ā
The closer she came, the more details emerged. The curve of her smile. The shape of her eyes. The softness of her cheeks. Features he should have recognized before but somehow never had.Ā
The woman stopped directly in front of him. Close enough that another face began to appear beneath it. Not replacing hers. Blending with it. Like two reflections meeting on the surface of water. Dark eyes. Long hair. A familiar smile.Ā
Amelia.Ā
The realization drifted through the dream slowly.Ā
The woman and Amelia.Ā
Amelia and the woman.Ā
Something connected them. Something important. Stackās young brow furrowed in confusion.Ā
The woman lowered herself to one knee before him. The sadness in her eyes seemed deeper now.Ā
Older.Ā
Like she carried knowledge too heavy for a child to understand.Ā
āYou got a good heart,ā she told him softly.Ā
Stack shifted on his feet where he stood. He wasnāt sure what to do with that.
The woman smiled.
Then, she reached out and rested her hand against his cheek.Ā
Warm. Gentle. Real.Ā
The touch filled him with the same peace heād felt all those years ago.Ā
Only now there was something else beneath it.Ā
Urgency.Ā
The feeling that she was trying to tell him something before time ran out.Ā
The golden glow around her brightened. The trees blurred at the edges. The water shimmered. Everything around them seemed to bend and stretch.
Stack opened his mouth.Ā
āWho are you?āĀ
The woman looked at him for a long moment. Then, she smiled. A sad smile. The kind grown folks wore when they already knew how a story ended.Ā
āYouāll know one day.āĀ
The answer frustrated him.Ā
Before he could ask another question, her hand squeezed his cheek gently.
Then she spoke again. This time her voice sounded far away. As though it was coming from years ahead instead of a bayou.Ā
āTake care of my girl.āĀ
Stack blinked.Ā
The words didnāt make sense.Ā
āMy what?āĀ
The woman only smiled.Ā
The glow surrounding her intensified until it washed across the water, the trees, the sky itself. Everything became gold. Everything became light.Ā
And thenā
Pain.Ā
A sharp ache exploded through his shoulder.Ā
The bayou shattered.Ā
The light vanished.Ā
Stack jerked awake with a gasp lodged in his throat. For a moment, he didnāt know where he was. The dream clung to him stubbornly. He could still see the womanās face. Still feel her hand against his cheek. Still hear those impossible words echoing inside his head.Ā
Take care of my girl.Ā
His chest rose and fell rapidly as he stared at the ceiling above him. A familiar scent lingered in the room.Ā
Lavender.
Rose water.
Amelia.Ā
Memory crashed into him all at once.Ā
The confrontation. The jars. Smoke shouting. Annie crying. Amelia glowing.
The force of her power slamming into him.Ā
Stack sucked in a breath and immediately regretted it. Pain shot through his ribs and shoulder, forcing him to grit his teeth. He pushed himself upright anyway, one hand pressed against his side as he looked around.Ā
Moonlight spilled through the curtains and stretched across the floorboards.Ā
Ameliaās room.Ā
Her dresser sat against the wall. A brush remained where sheād left it. One of her ribbons rested on the counter of the vanity. Her books were pilled in the corner. A dress hung from a peg near the door.Ā
Small pieces of her.Ā
Evidence that sheād been here. Evidence that she wasnāt now.Ā
The realization settled heavily in his chest.Ā
She was gone. The dream lingered. The womanās voice lingered. And for the first time in twenty years, Stsck found himself wondering if that day by the bayou had ever been a memory at all.Ā
When Stack finally stepped out of Ameliaās room, the floorboards creaked beneath his weight as he made his way down the hallway, one hand braced against the wall whenever the ache in his ribs threatened to steal his breath. Every part of him felt sore. His shoulder throbbed. The side of his head pulsed steadily. Even his jaw ached from where heād hit the floor.Ā
The smell reached him first.Ā
Coffee.Ā
Sage.
Burnt candle wax.
Home.
A warm glow spilled from the kitchen doorway ahead. Stack rounded the corner and found exactly what heād expected.Ā
Ā Nobody had gone to bed.
Smoke sat at the table with his arms folded across his chest, a half-empty mug resting near his elbow. The hard set of his jaw told Stack he hadnāt moved much since Amelia ran. Annie stood near the counter sorting through bundles of herbs, carefully separating stems from leaves and placing them into small bowls. Broken pieces of glass sat piled nearby, gathered from the wreckage left behind in the shack.Ā
The moment Annie saw him, she abandoned what she was doing.
āThere you are.āĀ
She crossed the room immediately.Ā
Before Stack could protest, her hands were already on him. Turning his face. Checking his eyes. Pressing careful fingers against his ribs.
Stack endured it without complaint.Ā
Annie clicked her tongue. āYou hurt.āĀ
āI noticed.āĀ
āYou lucky you aināt crack nothinā.āĀ
Smoke let out a grunt. āHard-headed bastard probably cracked the shelf instead.āĀ
Despite everything, the corner of Annieās mouth twitched.Ā
Stack managed a weak snort.
Then, the moment passed quickly. Reality settled back over the space.Ā
Annie returned to the counter. Smoke stared into his coffee. Stack lowered himself carefully into a chair.Ā
Silence lingered. Heavy. Uncomfortable.Ā
Smoke finally broke it.
āYou still gonā defend her?āĀ
Stack looked up.
Smoke was already watching him.
Waiting.Ā
Stack rubbed a hand over his face.Ā
āI aināt defendinā what happened.āĀ
āSound like it.āĀ
āIt aināt.āĀ
Smoke leaned back in his chair. āShe damn near killed you.āĀ
The words hung there. Sharp. Unavoidable.Ā
Stackās jaw tightened. āShe aināt mean it.āĀ
āThat donāt change what happened.āĀ
āNo.āĀ
āDidnāt change what happened to Nathaniel either.āĀ
Silence.Ā
Annie stopped sorting herbs.Ā
Stack looked down at the table.Ā
For a moment, nobody spoke. Then Annie sighted softly.
āI keep thinkinā ābout somethinā.āĀ
Smoke looked toward her. āSo say it, woman.āĀ
Annie sat down across from them. Her hands folded together. āEverythinā she done got one thing in common.āĀ
Smoke frowned. āWhat?āĀ
Annieās gaze drifted toward the dark window above the wash basin. āShe lose control.āĀ
Stack lifted his head.Ā
Annie continued. āShe lost control with Nathaniel. Lost control tonight. Every story got the same end. Fear. Grief. Anger. Somethinā pushes her too far and that light takes over.Ā
Smokeās expression remained hard. āStill got people hurt.āĀ
āI know.ā Annieās voice softened. āI know.āĀ
The sadness there settled over the room. Because they all knew. Nobody had escaped this untouched.Ā
Smoke stared into his mug. Stack stared at the table. Annie stared at neither of them.Ā
Then, Stack finally spoke. āI saw her again.āĀ
Annie looked up first. āWho?ā
āThe woman.ā
Neither Annie nor Smoke said anything.Ā
āThe one from the bayou.āĀ
The words pulled their full attention. Stack leaned back carefully and stared at the ceiling for a moment, trying to organize the memory. Trying to make sense of the dream.Ā
āWhen we was little,ā he began, āI told Amelia about somebody I seen near the bayou. That woman.āĀ
Annie nodded slowly.Ā
āI dreamed ābout her.āĀ
Smoke leaned in. āDreamed?āĀ
Stack nodded. āOnly this time it wasnāt exactly the same.āĀ
Annieās brow furrowed. āHow?āĀ
Stack hesitated. Then told them. The bayou. The trees. The water. The woman approaching. Her face. Her voice. The way sheād touched his cheek. Every detail.Ā
Annie listened without interrupting. Smoke stayed unusually quiet.Ā
Then, Stack told them the part that had followed him into waking.
āTake care of my girl.āĀ
Nobody moved. Nobody spoke.Ā
Annieās eyes narrowed slightly. Deep in thought.Ā
āWhat?ā Stack asked.
Annie looked at him. āYou sure thatās what she said?ā
āYeah.āĀ
āYou aināt never heard her say that before?āĀ
āNo.āĀ Ā
Annie leaned back slowly. The gears were turning behind her eyes now.Ā
Stack recognized the look. It was the same look she got when Rootwork revealed something she wasnāt expecting.Ā
āWhat you thinkinā?āĀ
Annie didnāt answer immediately. When she finally spoke, her voice was soft spoken.
āYou described that woman before.āĀ
āSo?āĀ
āSo I know somebody she sound an awful lot like.āĀ
Stack sat forward. Smoke did too.Ā
Annie looked between them.Ā
āAmeliaās mama.ā
Neither brother spoke. The words landed harder than either expected. Stackās heartbeat picked up.Ā
Smoke frowned. āYou think thatās who he saw?āĀ
āI donāt know.ā Annie rubbed her hands together slowly. āBut I know one thing.āĀ
āWhat?ā
Her gaze shifted to Stack. āThe honey jar aint why you saw that woman.āĀ
Smokeās jaw tightened. āAnnieāā
āNo, Elijah.ā She shook her head. āA sweeteninā jar donāt make somethinā from nothinā. It donāt put feelings where there aināt none. It amplifies. Encourages. Feeds whatās already there.ā
Stack held her gaze. Smoke looked away first.Ā
The implications settled heavily between them.Ā
Years before Amelia arrived. Years before the jars. Years before any of this. Stack had seen her mother. Or someone connected to her bloodline. And remembered.Ā
All this time.
Stack exhaled slowly. āI donāt care what that damn jar did.āĀ
Neither Annie nor Smoke interrupted.Ā
āI donāt care what she is neither.ā His voice was rough now. Honest. Painfully honest. āI love her anyway.āĀ
The confession lingered in the room. Smoke closed his eyes briefly. Annie lowered her gaze. Neither argued. Neither mocked him. Because they both knew he meant it.
After a long while, Annie pushed her chair back and stood.
āWhat now?ā Smoke asked, lighting a cigarette with a match.
Annie looked toward the dark window. Toward the night beyond it. Toward all the unanswered questions waiting somewhere out there.Ā
āWe find her.āĀ
Smoke stared at her. Stack did too.Ā
Whether from anger, grief, love, or some mixture of all three, neither man could tell.Ā
āWe find her,ā she repeated softly. āAnd we get the truth.āĀ
The decision settled over the house with a weight that none of them could ignore. The lantern on the table cast a warm glow across their faces, catching the exhaustion that had carved itself into each of them.
Then, Smoke stood.
The chair legs scraped against the floor.
That was all it took.
The room shifted from discussion to action.
Stack pushed himself to his feet more slowly. Pain immediately flared through his ribs, drawing a curse from beneath his breath. He pressed a hand against his side and waited for the worst of it to pass.
Smoke noticed. āYou sure you can do this?ā
Stack shot him a look. āYou askin' or tellin'?ā
āI'm serious.ā
āSo am I.ā
Smoke held his gaze for a moment before nodding.
That was the end of it.
The brothers disappeared into different parts of the house.
Annie remained in the kitchen long enough to gather the things sheād already begun setting aside. Her hands moved automatically through years of habit and practice. Small cloth bundles filled with protective herbs. Bottles of oil. Salt wrapped in muslin. Iron nails. Twine. A carved bone charm her grandmother had once carried. Each item found its place inside the leather utility belt resting across the table.
By the time Smoke returned, she was fastening the belt around her waist. A white tank top stretched across his broad chest. Dark trousers sat low on his hips. The leather shoulder holster he wore crossed over his back and chest, hugging muscle and scar alike as he adjusted the straps. His pistol rested securely beneath one arm. A second firearm disappeared into the back of his waistband.
Years of dangerous living had made the process second nature.
He checked each weapon carefully. Then checked them again.
Annie barely looked up.
She knew that ritual.
Smoke had always prepared for trouble the same way.
Quietly. Thoroughly. Without complaint.
Stack emerged from the hallway moments later.
He still looked rough.
The bruise darkening along the side of his face had deepened since waking. Every movement carried a faint stiffness that told Annie he was hurting far more than he admitted. Yet there wasn't a trace of hesitation in him.
He pulled a pistol from the top drawer of a cabinet near the door and tucked it securely into the waistband of his slacks. The motion drew another wince from his ribs.
Smoke noticed that too.
He didn't comment.
No point.
Stack wasn't staying behind. They all knew it.
Annie secured the final pouch on her belt and reached for a lantern resting near the kitchen wall.
That finally got Smoke's attention.
āWhat you doin'?ā
Annie lifted the lantern. āWhat it look like?ā
His expression immediately hardened.
āNo.ā
She rolled her eyes. āNo?ā
āNo.ā
The single word landed firm.
Annie turned toward him fully.
Smoke crossed his arms. āYou aināt cominā.ā
A short laugh escaped her. The sound carried absolutely no amusement.
āThe hell Iām not.ā
āIām dark.ā
āSo?ā
āWe donāt know where she is.ā
"We gonā find out."
Smokeās jaw tightened. "We donāt know who else out there."
Annieās expression didn't change. āWe never do.ā
āAnnie.ā His voice lowered. More serious now. āThe Klan been active these last few weeks. You know that.ā
Stack shifted against the wall. He hated agreeing with Smoke, especially lately. But this time he did.Ā
āHe right.ā
Annie looked at him.
Stack met her gaze. āIf she made it far enough out, we aināt just lookinā for Amelia.ā
Annie remained silent.
Stack continued. We could run into anybody.ā
āThen itās a good thing I know how to handle myself.ā
Smoke exhaled sharply. āThat aināt the point.ā
āIt is the point.ā
Annie set the lantern down harder than necessary.
The glass rattled.
āYou think Iām sittinā in this house while that girl out there alone?ā
Neither man answered. Because they knew exactly what she meant.
Annie looked between them, emotion glimmered in her eyes.
Raw. Painful.
āI let her in my home.ā Her voice softened. āI taught her. Fed her. Loved her.ā
Smoke's expression eased slightly.
Annie swallowed. āAnd whether she lied or not, whether she wrong or not, she ran outta here hurt and scared.ā
The words hung heavily between them.
āI already shoulda seen more than I did.ā She looked down briefly. Then back up. āIf somethin' happen to her tonight and I stayed home knowinā I couldāve helpedā¦ā She shook her head. āI wouldn't forgive myself.ā
Smoke rubbed a hand over his face. Stack looked away.
Neither liked it. Neither wanted it. But neither could argue with it either.
Eventually Smoke sighed. Long. Defeated.
āStubborn woman.ā
Annie smiled faintly. āThat's why you married me.ā
Smoke muttered something under his breath that made Stack snort despite himself. The tension eased for the first time all evening.
Only slightly.
Smoke stepped closer to Annie and pulled one of his pistols from the holster at his back. The weapon rested in his palm for a second.
Then, he offered it to her.
Annie's gaze dropped to it.
Slowly she accepted.
The familiar weight settled comfortably in her hand. Smoke held her eyes as she checked the cylinder.
āDonāt make me regret this.ā
āI wonāt.ā
āYou better not.ā
Annie slid the pistol into her belt. The lantern returned to her grip. Around her waist hung enough rootwork supplies to stock a small altar. Around them waited the Mississippi night.
The night waited just beyond the threshold.
Smoke stood nearest the door, one hand resting against the frame while the other adjusted the pistol secured beneath his shoulder holster. Stack had already started toward the door, favoring one side despite his efforts to hide it. None of them wanted to waste another minute.
Every second Amelia remained out there alone tightened the knot in their chests.
Then, came the knock. The sound echoed through the house.
Three sharp raps.
Everyone froze. The silence that followed seemed to swallow the room whole.
Stack was the first to move. His head snapped toward the door. Hope flashed across his face so quickly it almost hurt to witness.
āAmelia.ā
Smoke was already reaching for his weapon. āHold up.ā
The brothers exchanged a look.
Another knock followed. More forceful.
Stack took a step forward. āIt could be herā
Smokeās hand settled around the grip of his pistol. āIt could be anybody.ā
āIt could be Amelia, Smoke.ā
The desperation in his voice made Annie close her eyes briefly. When she opened them again, her gaze remained fixed on the door.
āNo.ā
Both brothers looked at her.
Annie tightened her grip on the lantern. āAmelia ain't gonna knock.ā
The words settled heavily in the room.
Because she was right.
If Amelia had returned, she wouldn't be standing politely on the porch. She would've come straight inside. The realization drained some of the hope from Stack's face.
Then came a third knock.
Hard enough to rattle the frame.
Whoever stood outside had lost their patience.
Smoke's expression darkened immediately. āGet back.ā
Stack ignored him.
Smoke sighed. āDammit, Stack.ā
Together they approached the door. Smoke positioned himself on one side. Stack took the other. Both men drew their weapons.
The atmosphere inside the house tightened. Annie remained a few feet back, lantern in one hand, pistol resting at her hip.
Smoke lifted three fingers.
Stack nodded once.
Three.
Two.
One.
The door swung open.
The woman standing on the porch looked ready to kill somebody. Rain clouds rolled overhead behind her, turning the night sky nearly black. The lantern light illuminated sharp cheekbones, furious eyes, and a posture so rigid it looked painful.
Celine BroussardāDuPont.Ā
Celine's gaze landed on Stack first.
Recognition flashed immediately. Then confusion.
Her eyes narrowed.
She looked at him. Then looked at Smoke. Then back to Stack. A small crease formed between her brows. The fury didn't leave her face. If anything, it deepened.
Slowly, her eyes traveled between the brothers.
One.
Then the other.
Two identical faces.
Two identical men.
Understanding dawned.
A cold realization settled over her features.
"Soā¦that's what this is."
Her voice was low. Dangerously controlled.
Smoke didn't lower his weapon.
Neither did Stack.
"What you want?" Smoke asked.
Celine barely acknowledged him.
Her attention shifted beyond the brothers. Toward the interior of the house.
Toward Annie.
The moment their eyes met, something changed. The anger sharpened. Became personal.
Ancient.
The kind of resentment that had survived years.
"Cordelia James's granddaughter."
Annie went still.
Celine stepped forward onto the porch. She didnāt cross the threshold, but it was enough to make her intentions clear. The lantern light caught the fury burning in her eyes and for the first time since arriving, she smiled.
It wasn't a pleasant smile.
It was the smile of someone who had finally found exactly who she'd been looking for.
āBeen a while since I seen you, Antoinette. Wish this reunion could have been under better circumstances butā¦Iām here to collect a floozy that fucked my husband. The one youāre keepinā hidden in this house. The one workinā in your shop? Yesā¦the town talks.ā
Stack and Smoke didnāt flinch. They remained at the ready, Smoke with one arm extended and his finger on the trigger, Stack with a twoāhanded grip that didnāt waver. Annie remained still, chin elevated, never blinking as she locked eyes with Celine.Ā
Celine looks between Stack and Smoke, a jaded look on her face.
āIām not here to tussle witā you folks. I just need the girl. Tell me where she is if she aināt here or bring her to me. Then, Iāll be out your hair.ā
Stack narrowed his eyes and flashed a cunning smirk, āShe aināt here. And we aināt telling you shit, wench.āĀ
Celine rolled her eyes, āOh, please, nigga. Iām done foolinā āround witā yaāll and this fuckinā town and your lies and your games. Now if I gotta come in hereāā
āYou step foot past that doā Iām a light you up like fireworks on Juneteenth.ā Smoke barked.Ā
Celine pursed her lips, light skin turning beet red. She balled her fists and glared between all three of them, refusing to back down.Ā
āShe killed my husband! I know it! She skipped town, he was the last person to see here I KNOW!ā Celine shouted with a shrill voice. āIām not leaving ātil she come out!āā
āAnd what do you plan to do? Huh?ā Annie fired back. āYou plan to turn her in to the law? Kill her?āĀ
Celineās eyelids fluttered and then a slow, creeping, devious smirk spread across her lips.
āI wish I coulda killed her the day she showed up on our doorstep wrapped in cloth while her worthless mama ran off. Ever since she came in our lives itās been nothinā but trouble. She aināt like us. Best to eradicate her now before she cause more harm.āĀ
Stack was seeing red. Annieās fingers settled tighter around the pistol on her hip. Smoke continued staring at Celine like she was an annoyance that needed to be put down.Ā
Celine looked between them, eyes seemingly looking past them like she could sense that there was an altercation. One twin looks beat up. The other got his hand wrapped in cloth with blood stains. Annie look like she done lost her entire world. And they look like they were ready to leave.Ā
āā¦She did it again, huh? Came and created a storm before runninā off like a broken doe. She aināt human. I donāt know exactly what she is, my mama knew and didnāt tell me. My brotherāā Celine paused, swallowing a knot in her throat. āMy brother would still be here if it wasnāt for that strange girl. I wish she aināt never showed up.ā
Silence. Then, Annie stepped forward.
Celine locked eyes with her, cautious. Annie was eye to eye with her,Ā
Thenā
SLAP!Ā
A sharp, stinging slap that sent Celine back on her heels, arms bracing the doorway. The side of her face swelled up quickly, and the corner of her lip began to bleed. She looked startled. Like sheād been slapped into a new dimension. Smoke and Stackās eyes landed on Annie wide. They lowered their guns immediately.Ā
āWHAāYOU BITāā
āYou keep talkinā ābout killinā that girl like itās some righteous thing. Let me tell you somethinā, Celine. Every rootworker know there a difference between justice and spite. One got ancestors behind it. The other got consequences.ā
She took one slow step forward.
āYou come after Amelia with hate in your heart, and I promise you this. Every candle you light gonā drown in wax. Every prayer you send up gonā come back unanswered. Every road you walk gonā lead you right back to the misery you carry inside you.ā
Her expression never changed.
āAnd if that aināt enough, I got a shovel, a graveyard full of restless company, and more patience than you got years left. So tread careful.ā
Celine stood with one hand cupping her cheek and her eyes swimming with unshed tears.Ā
Annie folded her hands in front of her.
āYou knew my mama. Which means you know my people aināt never been in the habit of makinā empty threats.ā
The way Annie spoke was never with a scream. She spoke soft. Careful. And that made it worse.
āIf you lay a hand on that girl, I wonāt chase you. I wonāt argue with you. I wonāt beg.ā
A pause.
āIāll simply sit down at my altar and introduce your name to people who aināt breathed in a very long time.ā
Her gaze sharpened. āAnd unlike me, they aināt interested in forgiveness.ā Annie tilted her head. āLet me save you some trouble, Celine. If you got murder in your heart, carry it somewhere else.ā Her eyes were steady. āBecause if you bring it to my doorstep, Iāll bury it right alongside you.ā She let that sit. Then added quietly. āAnd the earth around here know my name better than it know yours.ā
Smoke clenched his jaw, staring at Annie with a flicker of adoration behind his steadfast eyes. Stack didnāt pull his eyes away from Celine. Because even though he didnāt speak it, he mirrored exactly what Annie said.Ā
āNow, if you donāt mind, we have some place to be. To go look for your niece that ran scared. A niece you were supposed to protect from your nasty, fuckinā husband. He was preyinā on her, waitinā for the moment to strike. How dare you stand here in your t-straps and perfect press with them pearls around your neck talkinā ābout your blood like that? You think August woulda wanted that?āĀ
For the first time, the fury on Celineās face cracked. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, anger and grief tangled together so tightly they were impossible to separate. Her jaw flexed. Her nostrils flared. She looked like a woman standing on the edge of a cliff, held upright by pride alone. Annieās words had landed exactly where they were meant to. Celine didnāt fear many people, but she knew enough about the James women to understand that Annie wasnāt bluffing.
Celine stepped aside. Annie, Smoke, and Stack exited the house, shutting the door behind them. Smokeās eyes trailed Celine walking with a hunch in her back and a shake on her shoulders back to the car sheād picked up while in Clarksdale. Then, she stopped. That caused the three of them to pause. She turned, sadness in her eyes.Ā
āI hate to be wrong. But I feel a heaviness.ā She touched her chest. āLike a crushing feelinā. Likeā¦likeāā
āLike someone tellinā you to stop? To be still?āĀ
Celineās lower lip trembled. She looked toward the night sky. āmamaā¦?āĀ
āWe gotta go,ā Stack whispered sternly.Ā
Celine exhaled a shaky breath. āListenā¦anger makes you say some terrible things. I know my mama wouldnāt want harm cominā to her.ā
āFunny how a slap across the face change the heart, huh?ā Stack quipped.Ā
āYou can either come or leave. But when we find her, you donāt touch her. You apologize to her, and you leave.āĀ
āI wanna know why she killed himāā
Annie was getting fed the fuck up.
Celineās composure finally splintered. The anger she'd been holding so tightly gave way to something rawer, something closer to grief. Her eyes shone as she looked from Annie to Smoke and then to Stack.
āThen tell me why.ā The question came out rough. āTell me why she killed him.ā
Nobody answered immediately.
Celine swallowed hard. āHe wasn't perfect,ā she said. āLord knows he wasnāt. But he didn't deserve to disappear like that. He went lookinā for her and never came home.ā
Her gaze landed on Annie.
āYou know somethinā. I can see it all over your face.ā
Annieās stepped forward, lantern light catching the hard set of her features.
āFor the last time, Celine, she aināt kill that man on purpose.ā
Celine laughed bitterly. āYou expect me to believe that?ā
āBelieve whatever you want.ā
āI want the truth.ā
Annie folded her arms. āThe truth is she loved him once. The truth is things got complicated. The truth is somethinā happened that day she never intended to happen.ā
Celineās eyes narrowed. āWhat happened?ā
Annie shook her head. āThat ain't my story to tell.ā
āYou protectinā herāā
āI'm tellinā you what I know.ā
Celine stepped closer. āThen tell me why she ran.ā
The question lingered between them. Annieās expression softened for the briefest moment. Not toward Celine. Toward Amelia. Toward the frightened young woman who had arrived on her doorstep carrying more pain than sense.
āBecause she was scared.ā
Celine scoffed. āScared of what?ā
āGuilt.ā
The single word landed heavily.
Annie held her gaze. āShe been carryinā it ever since.ā
For the first time, uncertainty flickered across Celine's face. Only for a moment. Then, the anger returned.
āThat donāt bring Nathaniel back.ā
āNo,ā Annie agreed quietly. āIt don't.ā
Smoke remained still. Even Stack.Ā
Annie looked directly at Celine. āYou came here wantinā a monster.ā Her voice stayed calm. āWhat you gonā find is a scared girl who made a terrible mistake and aināt forgiven herself for it a single day since.ā
Celineās eyes glistened again. But whether those tears came from grief, rage, or heartbreak, nobody could tell.
Stack glanced toward the darkness beyond the front yard then back toward the adults still standing beneath the lantern glow.Ā
āWe gotta go.āĀ
His voice cut through the argument cleanly. Nobody immediately disappeared because he was right. Every minute they spent standing around talking was another minute Amelia remained alone somewhere out there.Ā
Smoke shifted his grip on his pistol and nodded once.
āHe right.āĀ
Annie looked toward the tree line. āWe losinā time.āĀ
Celineās expression tightened. The grief returned to her face. The anger remained too. Both emotions seemed to be fighting for space behind her eyes. Then, she surprised them.Ā
āIām cominā.ā
Annie blinked. Stack looked openly irritated.Ā
Annie folded her arms. āWhy?ā
Celineās gaze slid toward the woods. For a moment, she looked older than she had all evening. More tired.Ā
āI wanna find her.āĀ
The answer came quickly. Too quickly. Annie wasnāt convinced.
āYou wanna find her for what?āĀ
Celine didnāt answer right away.Ā
Her jaw tightened. āI deserve answers.āĀ
Smoke made a skeptical sound. Stack looked away. None of them fully trusted her. Not after everything sheād said.Ā
Eventually, Annie sighed. āFine.āĀ
Smoke looked at her. Annie shrugged.Ā
āWe keep our eyes on her.āĀ
āIām a keep more than my eyes on her,ā Stack displayed his pistol. āOr Iāll get Annie to slap her ass āround if she try anything. That seemed to do the trick.āĀ
The group set off down the path. Past Annieās shack. Into the woods. Nobody called Ameliaās name. That had been Annieās decision. Draws too much attention. Instead, they searched.Ā
Watching. Listening. Hoping.
Pearline returned from the kitchen carrying three steaming mugs balanced carefully on a tray. The scent of chamomile and mint drifted through the room ahead of her. She set the try down on the coffee table and offered Amelia a small smile.Ā
āDrink somethinā, baby. You look like you done cried every year God gave you.āĀ
Amelia managed a weak laugh. āFeel like it.āĀ
Pearline settled into a nearby chair and tucked her lilac robe more securely around herself.
Sammie stepped in from the hallway, shirt buttoned and tucked, wiping his mouth off. He stopped short when he saw Amelia.Ā
āYou alright? What's goinā on?ā
His eyes flicked to Virelle next, standing rigid by the window, one hand resting on the frame as she stared into the blackness beyond the glass. The strangerās presence filled the room in a way that made both Pearline and Sammie exchange a quick glance. Who was this woman? How did she know Amelia?
"What happened?" Sammie asked.Ā
Nobody spoke right away. Ameliaās shoulders shook once, a small, exhausted motion. Her eyes stayed fixed on the floorboards, glowing faint with the storm inside her. Virelle didnāt turn from the window.
Sammie leaned forward on the couch, voice low and careful. āWhere Stack at? He know you here? Annie? Smoke?ā
Still silence. Pearline waited, hands folded in her lap. The question hung there, heavy, until Virelle finally spoke without looking away from the dark.
"Remmick wasnāt hunting you because youāre Amelia,ā she said, voice cool and even. āHe was hunting you because youāre fae.ā
Ameliaās head lifted slow. The glow in her eyes sharpened. āWhat?ā
Virelle turned then, facing the room fully. āCreatures like him know exactly what you are. Theyāve known for longer than any of us been alive. This aināt just about Nathaniel or Celine or Clarksdale. Itās older. Bigger. And they want you for it.ā
The words landed like stones in still water. Pearlineās breath caught. Sammie stood frozen, eyes darting between Amelia and the stranger. Ameliaās hands tightened on the cup until her knuckles showed pale against her warm brown skin, the truth cracking open everything sheād tried to hold shut.
Sammie and Pearline sat stiff on the worn couch.
Who is Remmick?Ā
Celine?
Nathaniel?
Fae?
The steam from their untouched tea curled between them.Ā
The words hung heavy in the warm room.Ā
Pearlineās hands tightened around her cup until the porcelain creaked.Ā
Sammieās mouth opened, then shut again, his eyes wide and fixed on Ameliaās shaking shoulders.
āAmelia, whatās going on? Talk to us. Tell us something.ā Pearline said with a pleading voice.Ā
Sammie nodded.Ā
Amelia drew a shaky breath. She could feel her light flickering faint in her fingertips.Ā
āI killed a man,ā she said, voice low and raw. āNathaniel. He was my auntās husband. A prominent figure in the community back in New Orleans. Then he became my lover. He was the first man Iād ever been with.āĀ
Tears slid down her cheeks, catching the faint glow.Ā
Pearlineās breath hitched. Sammie leaned forward, elbows on his knees.
āMy aunt found out,ā Amelia went on, wiping at her face with the back of her hand. āI left to go back home. Nathaniel showed up. āShe paused, throat working. āI donāt know how I did itā¦it was an accidentā¦he just walked into the bayou and never came back up.āĀ
The only sound was the faint tick of the clock on the mantel. Pearlineās lips parted, but no words came. Sammieās fingers dug into his own thighs. Both of them stared at Amelia like the floor had moved under their feet, the truth settling between the four of them.Ā
Ameliaās shoulders slumped further, the faint gold glow around her eyes dimming to a tired shimmer. āIām fae,ā she said quietly. āIām not fully human. My powers cause harm more than good. IāI hurt peopleā¦Stackā¦Annie⦠Smoke⦠I aināt tell them what I was. I ran. And ended up staring death in the face.ā
Pearline set her cup down with a soft clink. āIs that who Remmick is? The devil?ā
Amelia shook her head. āHeās a vampire.ā
Sammie blinked hard, brow creasing. āVampire?ā
āI know this all sounds crazy,ā Amelia went on, voice cracking, ābut itās real. Iām sorry for bringing this to your doorstep, Pearline. We can leave.ā
Pearline reached across the space between them and laid a steady hand on Ameliaās wrist. āNo. You stay for as long as you need to. Both of you.ā
Sammie rubbed the back of his neck, eyes darting toward the window. āMy cousinsā¦they might be out lookinā for you right now. Maybe I oughta head home, see whatās what.ā
Pearline turned to him, voice low but firm. āMaybe that aināt a good idea, given everything we just heard.ā
āGoing out in the dark while a blood sucker roams around looking to feedā¦itās best you wait ātil morning.ā Virelle spoke.Ā
Pearline stands. āWe have a guest room. Iāll get it situated. Then you can take a bath and settle. Miss?ā¦ā
āVirelle.āĀ
āVirelleā¦the couch is pretty cozy. If thatās okay?āĀ
Virelleās gaze remained fixed on Pearline. Studying.Ā
Pearline shifted uncomfortably beneath it.Ā
āWhat?ā She finally asked.
Virelle tilted her head slightly. āWho was your grandmother?ā
Pearline blinked. āMy grandmother?ā
āNo.ā Virelleās eyes narrowed. āYour grandmotherās grandmother.āĀ
The confusion on Pearlineās face deepened. āWhat kinda question is that?āĀ
Amelia glanced between them. She looked lost. Virelle said nothing for several seconds. Then, she spoke again.
āYou got old water in your blood.āĀ
Pearline stared. āI beg your pardon?āĀ
A faint smile touched Virelleās mouth. It wasnāt amusement, it was recognition.Ā
āThe bloodās thin. Barely there.ā Her eyes remained on Pearline. āBut I can still feel it.āĀ
Pearline laughed nervously. āLady, I donāt know what you talkinā ābout.āĀ
Virelle ignored the comment.Ā
āYou ever know things before they happen?āĀ
The laughter disappeared. Pearlineās expression softened. āSometimes.āĀ
āYou ever dream somethinā and then watch it happen a few days later?āĀ
Pearline looked away. āMaybe.āĀ
Virelle nodded once. āAnimals like you?āĀ
Pearlineās eyes snapped back toward her. Now Amelia was staring too.Ā
āWhat exactly are you sayinā?āĀ
Virelle folded her hands together. āOne of ours wandered too close to humans a long time ago.ā
Pearline frowned. āOurs?āĀ
The ancient fae looked toward Amelia, then back to Pearline.Ā
āThe blood almost disappeared. Almost.āĀ
Pearline swallowed.Ā
Sammie grabbed a piece of cornbread, more so for something to do. He chewed, his eyes landing on Amelia.Ā
āMelia, Iām sure Annie, Smoke, and Stack aināt mad at ya.ā
āYou aināt seen their faces, Sammie.ā Amelia exhaled a shaky breath, a single tear falling. āThey probably glad Iām gone.ā
āI doubt that,ā Sammie smirked, trying to make light of the situation. āSoon as morning come, we can go there.āĀ
Pearline returns, a few blankets in her hand, placing them on the couch. Virelle looks at them then a small āthank youā escapes her mouth.Ā
āAny friend of Ameliaās is a friend of ours. Night. Make sure you eat somethinā, Amelia. If you need anything, my room is down the hall.ā
āThank you, Pearline.ā
Sammie stands, walking up to Amelia.Ā
He gives her a kiss on the cheek before following Pearline down the hall.Ā
The woods stretched endlessly around them. Crickets sang from the grass. Frogs called from hidden pools of water. The occasional towel cried somewhere overhead. Fireflies glowed like tiny lanterns. But this glow seemed different. Like they were keeping watch.
Smoke and Stack naturally drifted toward the front of the group. Old habits. Old instincts.Ā
Neither brother had spoken about the war much since coming home years ago. Most days they pretended it hadnāt happened. Most days it worked.Ā
Tonight wasnāt one of those days. The darkness between the trees looked too familiar. Every snapped twig made Smokeās shoulders tense. Every rustle in the bush pulled Stackās attention immediately.Ā
The woods became France again.Ā
The memory sat beneath the surface.Ā
Mud.Ā
Gunfire.Ā
The feeling of enemies appearing from nowhere.Ā
The certainty that death could be hiding behind any tree.Ā
Stack hated it. Hated how easily his mind returned there. Hated that some part of him never truly left. No matter how many times he tried to hide it behind a smile.Ā
He adjusted the pistol tucked into his waistband and continued forward. Smoke moved silently beside him, the same tension lived on his brotherās posture. Neither acknowledged or needed to.
Thenā¦something moved.Ā
Everyone stopped.Ā
The sound had come from somewhere ahead. A disturbance in the brush.
Annie raised the lantern slightly. The flame trembled behind the glass. Smoke lifted his weapon. Stack did the same.Ā
Nobody spoke.Ā
The woods seemed to hold its breath.Ā
Then, a figure stepped from the trees.Ā
A woman. Young. Barefoot. Thin.Ā
The sight of her made Annie freeze. The lantern nearly slipped from her hand.Ā
The woman looked terrible. Her dress hung loose from her frame. Dirt streaked her clothing. Long braids clung to her shoulders. Her eyes looked hollow.Ā
Lost.Ā
Like sheād been wandering for days. Maybe longer.
Annie knew that face. She knew it immediately. She had stared at it countless times in Shelby. Seen it in photographs. Seen it in the desperate eyes of family members begging for help.Ā
The missing girl.Ā
āOh my God.āĀ
The words escaped before Annie could stop them. Everyone looked at her. Annie took a step forward. Disbelief flooded her features. The girl stared back at them. Unblinking. Silent. Like she wasnāt entirely sure they were real.Ā
Annieās heart began pounding. Because she knew exactly who she wasā¦
Lavinia Bell.Ā
The missing girl from Shelby. The one who was supposed to be miles away. The one nobody had been able to find. The one everyone thought was dead.Ā
And somehowā¦she was standing in front of them.Ā
āLavinia,ā Annie whispered.
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