Bobbie stared at her reflection in the mirror and noted her pale skin, her wide eyes still reflecting some of the terror and horror she’d just gone through and most importantly the blood on her face.
Nobody had been able to stop Veronique. The best anyone could do was Walt taking the kids to the stables and for a horseback ride. Even the horses were glad to get away from the proximity to the house when two chickens had been released into the yard.
She’d shown up with chickens and a knife she insisted carried the soul of her dead husband, which Levi protested wholly saying the man had been Catholic and no way would he have agreed to possess a blade meant for voodoo rituals.
When she grabbed a chicken and killed it on the spot Bobbie had been horrified and instantly reduced to tears, bu
