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you must cling together and grow stronger to
fight the darkness.”
    Angela
folded her arms across her breasts and held herself rigid to keep from running
out of the building screaming. She took a deep, fortifying breath. “But you
must tell me something about our unborn girls.” Was Madam Nola stalling
to extract more money? Angela frowned. She had to remember it was Madam Nola
who’d disposed of Reeves’ body and kept Damon out of jail. That alone was worth
her outrageous fees, so she mustn’t resent the mystic’s hunger for money. But
the wily dwarf straight-out scared her, and she definitely didn’t trust her.
    Madam
Nola frowned. “You still don’t trust me, do you?” She looked at Angela long and
hard. “I forgive you, my dear. It takes some people longer than others to
accept the truth.” She switched her probing gaze to Damon. “Handle the now. Bigger
trouble will raise its ugly head soon enough.”
    Damon
withdrew his arm from around Angela and leaned forward, his intense gaze
matching that of the cunning psychic’s. “What does that mean?”
    Once
more, Madam Nola waved her hand across the crystal. Again, the images churned
in the ground. The muddy ogre opened its mouth and a stream of flaming ashes
tumbled out. Madam Nola paled. “I can’t tell you more today.”
    Angela
shot out of her chair and placed her hands on her hips. “But you haven’t said
anything!”
    “I’m
sorry, my dear. We’re delving into dangerous territory and an urgent darkness
is blocking the projections. Until your girls are born, I cannot tell you what
you want to know.”
    Damon
stood and once more put his arm around Angela. Looking resigned, he asked,
“When should we come back to find out about our girls?” His deep monotone
tugged at Angela’s heart.
    “Wait
until the first full moon after their third birthday for prime results. Until
then, even when the world comes crashing down around you and you get all bloody
diving for cover, love will boost your will, presence of mind, and strength to
survive. Build on what you have and strengthen it—or it may not last.
     
    * * * *
     
    Damon
didn’t start the car right away. He just sat there, inhaling Angela’s faint,
shower-fresh fragrance and empathizing with her disappointment while trying to
come to grips with his own. Shedding the curse was supposed to free him from
his torment. Now he had to wait to find out if he’d passed it on to his
daughters—and if so, exactly how the curse would manifest itself. If passed on,
would it be Angela’s yearly curse or his moon-controlled curse? In his family,
only the men were affected, in Angela’s, only the women. Could he count on
that? Combining curses may have changed things. Damn. Damn. I must keep
Angela and my girls safe.
    The dread
inside Damon deepened. He could feel the adrenaline surging. Was Reeves the
blob in the mud? Taking a few deep breaths, he struggled to control the blind
rage that threatened to explode as he recalled his brother’s attack on Angela
when she was helpless in the hospital. He forced himself to unclench his fist
and ease his hold on the steering wheel as he stared out into the deceivingly
innocent afternoon light. Even now he could sense evil lurking in the shadows.
Gooseflesh prickled along his spine. He had to come to grips with all of this.
    Failing
to get answers was enough to drive even the most stable man mad. His letdown
wasn’t all he had to deal with. He had to face and make sense of his chilling
personal experience earlier that morning. Knowing state scientists would be
digging around in the hills behind his home, he’d dug up Hugo’s grave. His
intention had been to move the body to the graveyard on his property to protect
it from violation. But when he dug into the ground, there was only a hole full of
broiling mud, lending support to the possibility of the dead rising. And that
scared the hell out of him.
    “What a
waste of time and money,” Angela finally said. “I