Black Magic’s Vendetta by Kristin McTiernan (Siren Song Book 3)
English | 2020 | Fantasy | ePUB | 2.7 MB
Kristin McTiernan was born the daughter of a career military man and spent her childhood bouncing from one country to another. Her love of writing surfaced early, and upon discovering the double threat of comic books and Star Trek in middle school, Kristin spent the majority of her spare time creating new worlds and interesting people to populate them.
When the leader of a drug cartel tells you not to leave Mexico, it’s probably wise to listen…
Tess Cooper has fought off black witches and killing curses for over five years now, fighting off evil under the protection of Luis—a powerful brujo and her son’s father.
But now both Luis and her son are missing and Tess is alone in Catemaco, Mexico, fighting corrupt police, shady practitioners of white magic… and the full force of a drug cartel.
Surrounded by violent men and witches who practice the blackest of magic, Tess has no choice but to do as she’s told, to watch and to listen, waiting for the moment she can save herself, her child, and her sometimes-lover. Because this time there is no one to come rescue her.
ds of corrupt, mobbed-up Mexican cops.
He snapped his fingers at me, three rapid clicks until I opened my eyes and looked up at him, hoping I looked more ferocious than panicked. The unbridled victory flashing in his eyes told me my hopes were in vain.
“Who are you looking for?” he asked pointing to the jar. “And why did you try to kill Don Eduardo?”
I ignored the fact he recognized the location spell. This was Catemaco, the city of witches. Probably every man, woman, and child here knew their way around basic brujeria. No reason yet to think he was a brujo.
“I didn’t try to kill that lying conman. I just wanted…” I broke off, unable to tolerate hearing the impending tears in my own voice. Some women have the uncanny ability to turn on the tears at the best times, getting out of speeding tickets, jury duty, or requests to work on weekends. But not me. I only cried at the absolute worst times—the times when it would piss off the guy I was talking to or would make me look weak.
“You wanted what?” he snapped, leaning forward, unable to keep his eyes from flicking down to my tits. Understandable really, they were on full display in the see-through white hippie dress. The one I’d worn based on Eduardo’s directions.
I’d been in Mexico for a week—one week since I was sent a vision of my son, Nino, his father, Luis, and one of Luis’s brothers hiding in a cave. Luis had been bloody and motionless, a sight that still freaked me out every time I thought about it. More than just the injuries, the idea Luis could even be injured was something that had never occurred to me. But there he was, lying still, his breathing barely noticeable, while our son lay crying, clinging to his uncle in terror. I don’t know where the vision came from, if Luis managed to do it despite his condition, or if Nino, in his terror, had reached across time and space for his mother. Whoever or whatever had sent me the vision was irrelevant. I’d packed my shit that day and left for Mexico, not telling anyone. Not even my girlfriend.
After days of aimless searching and getting nowhere, I finally got a lead on a brujo who could help me find Luis and Nino—to locate the caves they were hiding in, the ones I’d seen in my vision. Don Eduardo, the locals said, was especially blessed with the ability to find people. And while I hadn’t gotten any more visions since I left home, Don Eduardo said he could find them.
So I’d paid him the money he asked and followed his every direction. White cotton dress. Check. No bra or panties. Check. Stand here under this faucet dribbling cold water. Check.
And even then, my dumb ass didn’t realize he was fucking with me. Not until I followed him into his altar room… and saw one side decked out in black magic books, pictures, and idols, with the other side of the room covered in Christian iconography and white magic symbols.