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"Alex? Alex, don&039;t go!"
There was no reply, just dead air God, as happening over there? She could only go by her instincts - and her instincts told her it was bad
Melissa got to her feet, raced into her te from a hook on the way past Inside, she yanked open the cabinet, pawing through the herbs Sage Bindweed Nightshade She even tossed in her jar of devil&039;s dung Rose out and donning every protective, ed aate pendant
Hurry, she told herself There can&039;t be much time
You can&039;t face him alone
Melissa froze in place, her hands halfway into the drahere she kept her seentle whisper pervaded herher e there, a face beside hers, almost like a photo that had been doubly exposed The face was so si double But it wasn&039;t exactly like her own And it was of no substance And then she realized she was face-to-face with Alex&039;s et help You can&039;t fight hi up her spine, because she swore she felt the breath of that voice on her ear, but there was no one there "Get help?" she cried to the eet help? It&039;s not like I have a coven"
There was no answer Melissa sed hard, tried to stop her heart froate, turquoise Then she hurried into the living roo low on time
Get help! This time the voice shouted, and it was accoes of the news articles she&039;d printed out from the Internet blew fro to the floor
The bag she carried fell fro when it hit, the jars of herbs and the crystals clattering against one another Melissa tried to stop shaking as she moved forward, then bent to pick up the fallen sheet of paper that had landed faceup on top of the rest
It was one of the news articles she&039;d printed out - the one that said Jennifer&039;s
The words stood out on the page, their type seeh she kneasn&039;t really: "Marinda Si hard, Melissa turned toward her telephone She had no doubt she had just received a clear communication from a spirit She knew by the way the fine ht, as if in response to static electricity She knew by the hollow feeling in her chest and the funny skips in her heartbeat She knew this was for real
She picked up the phone, dialed the operator, asked if there was a listing for Marinda Simone in the small development of Gardendale, California, asked for the number and the address She waited a beat, then nearly fainted when the co the number and the street address
Melissa jotted it doith hands that shook, thought about calling, but decided to drive over there instead Not only was it on the way to Alex&039;s glooure out just what the hell she was going to say to the woet there were not nearly enough
The house was a small white Cape Cod, with slate blue shutters and tri at the gate Wind chi from the front porch A broomstick stood, bristles up, to one side of the front door, and a tiny clear glass Christled from a red ribbon directly over her head when Melissa stood at the front door
She rang the bell, wondering if she was reading the signs correctly
The door opened A wo once-black hair, now streaked with silver, and deep blue eyes Aside from the crow&039;s-feet at the corners of her eyes and the silver in her hair, the wouessed she had to be well over sixty And she was beautiful But then the older woman&039;s smile died and she stared as if stunned at Melissa&039;s face "My Goddess," she whispered
"I, um - I&039;m sorry to bother you Are you Marinda Sied to wipe the stunned expression away "Yes I&039;m - I&039;m sorry for my reaction, it&039;s just that you look so ave her head a shake "Who are you?"
Melissa licked her lips "My narandson"
The woman&039;s eyes widened "Alex? You - you know Alex?"