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Again, what the fuck!
I know witches exist and live in Hollow Grove. Our whole town is filled with supes. This is just my first time experiencing and witnessing one in action up close like this. When Keyshauna opens her eyes, she places the cup back on the desktop and the suspended water drops into it.
“Wow!” Shae and I exclaim at the same damn time.
“Is that good or bad?” I rush out and Keyshauna sits in the chair next to me. It must be bad.
“It’s as I thought. There was a binding spell on you. I’m guessing one to keep you with your boyfriend.”
As she speaks, a wave of emotions hits me—surprise, anger, heartbreak, and disbelief. Anger stands out the most, and in seconds, it builds to rage.
“That muthafucka. Was it him? Can he do something like that? I know he’s not a supernatural,” I spit.
“A caster with powers did it. I would need more time to decipher which one. Unfortunately, people can pay money to get binding spells.”
“Why didn’t I know?” I ask, still enraged and in fucking disbelief.
“You just wouldn’t because you are not a caster or practitioner. You lived together, right?”
“Yes. I slept next to a man that put a damn spell on me.”
“Then there’s probably something in the house that kept the spell going. Something tied, tied down, or covered. A string around something of yours. A picture of you two rolled up and tied together. Things like that. Or, he could have a taglock.”
“What the hell is a taglock?” Shae beats me asking.
“A spoken anchor. A phrase. Something repeated to keep the spell active. Tied things are more common but taglocks are used. Can you think of anything?”
“No, but I’m about to go tear that fucking condo up and see!” I admit.
“Well, it’s a good thing the spell is broken.”
“How could it be broken?” Shae asks, again beating me. She’s tuned all the way in.
“By untying what was tied or by blood and fire, like a blood witch or—”
“Or a fire absorbing vampire,” I utter. Noab.
“Or that,” she says in an elevated tone. “Blood from a powerful vampire would definitely break it.”
“Well damn,” Shae says.
“Well damn is right. Langston really put a spell on me. That’s why I could never fucking leave. I wanted to. I said I would but I just never could. That bastard. He did that too. Took my ability to make a decision. Made me stay with him. Fuck! I’m gonna kill him. What time is it?” I blurt. I’m livid and swear my damn blood is boiling.
“Two-forty. Why?” Shae asks.
“I have enough time to find whatever he tied up before he gets home. And when he does, I’m going to throw it in his fucking face and dare him to deny it.”
“I’m going with you,” Shae declares before turning to Keyshauna. “Thank you, girl, so much.”
“Yes, thank you. For real. I would have never known if you didn’t walk into this office. I really appreciate you. How much do I owe you?” I ask, truly appreciative.
“Girl, stop. You don’t owe me anything,” she says, then stands. “Just beat his ass. I hate when people misuse magic to restrict another person. I know that all too well. Y’all go take care of that.”
“Oh I will; thanks to you.”
“Any time,” Keyshauna says before walking out.
When she closes the door, I turn back to Shae and shake my head. “That muthafucka,” I grit.
