Page 33 of Holidaze in Salem Box Set
“And she’s still there?”
“Yeah.”
“Text me. I’m hanging up.”
Before I could say anything, Shawn hung up, so I acted as if I was still speaking to someone. “Sounds good, keep me up to date with the progress. Thanks.”
I hit End and noticed Hollie wasn’t in the dining room, so I quickly sent off a text to Shawn.
Me: The short of it. She thinks she is a witch, got drunk the other night, and put a spell on me but says it was the wrong one, and it somehow put a jinx on me.
I watched as the three dots bounced.
Shawn: What was the spell supposed to be?
Me: I haven’t figured it out yet.
Shawn: LOL. Good luck with all that.
Me: Thanks. Witching hour is about to begin. Later.
“Are you ready?”
Glancing up, I flashed her a smile. “I’ll only do this if you tell me what spell you meant to put on me.”
Her face went from ghost-white to bright-red. “Don’t ask me to do that, Lucas. Please.”
Damn it. What was it about the way she said please that made me want to give in to her?
I slowly stood. “I’ll let it go for now, but I’m not going to drop this.”
Her shoulders relaxed, and she let out a small sigh of relief.
“Okay, let’s head into the dining room. I had to make this into an altar.”
“An altar?” I asked as we made our way into the dining room. There was a candle in the middle of the table, a couple of bags that were filled with something, and a note she had written.
“Do you need help sitting down?”
I shook my head and sat in the chair. I wasn’t about to tell her it was uncomfortable as hell. I was too curious to see how this all would play out.
“Okay. Now, I need you to take this seriously. Will you promise me, you will?”
Nodding, I crossed my heart.
Hollie sat down and drew in a deep breath. I could see her hands were shaking, yet she was super focused.
“We have to put a protective circle of salt around the candle.”
“LikeHocus Pocus,” I said, trying to sound serious.
She shot me a dirty look, and I held my hands up. “Sorry. Serious.”
I watched her as she carefully put a circle of salt around the candle.
Glancing at her notes, she looked at me. “We both need to take a deep breath. Or wait, maybe I’m supposed to take it. No, you are! Shit. I think you were supposed to pour the salt. Fuck!”
I watched as she quickly cleaned up the salt, put it in the bag, then handed it to me. When she held it out, she was still shaking.
