"New Orleans has a rich history of witches, and most of them are buried in this cemetery. We're going to channel them. Ready?" Rory’s stomach clenched. She frowned and cocked one blonde eyebrow. "What do you think?" Ace's smug smirk curved his lips upward. "I think that you're going to do it whether you want to or not. Now come, sit." Rory stomped closer to him and folded her legs under her. She glowered at him. "I'm not a dog you know." Ace grinned and his eyes raked over her appreciatively. "Oh, I know." Rory rolled her eyes. Angry hornets assaulted her insides and her heary thumped an erratic beat. Her lungs felt tight and her skin crawled. This was not the time for his jokes. She heaved out a big sigh. A serious look came into Ace's dark eyes and he dropped next to her. It was time. "What happens now?" He picked up a fat red candle from the collection on the white cloth next to him. There was a voodoo doll, small bowl of what looked like dried leaves, a few smooth stones. Other than the little cloth doll, it seemed almost ordinary, if not random. She craned her neck to see more. "You can stop trying to look at my dick now." Her face flamed pink as she realized that from his vantage point, her gaze was trained right between his thighs. #DawningMagic #witches #magic #amwriting #bookbaby #books #paranormalfantasy https://www.instagram.com/p/CPo3SFQtmTG/?utm_medium=tumblr