THROWING A PLASTIC CUP with cheap amber whiskey in it at the wall, Clementine swore for the umpteenth time, wishing she hadn’t let her emotions get the better of her! If she didn’t allow Riley to convince her to do that damn spell, she would still be happily cheating humans out of their souls and her husband wouldn’t even know she was out of prison.
By now he had probably figured that part out already. If the wasp was in the magic lands, that meant the phoenix was there and knowing that darn nosey Ravli… They already knew that the wasp belonged to her.
“F@ck!!” She poured herself another drink. “Damn Riley!!” Pacing her room, she tried to think about her options. Her spell should still hold for a while to cover her. She had such a good run, torturing his precious supernatural beings onl
