A Witchcraft Mystery 08 - A Toxic Trousseau - Plot & Excerpts
Maya said, her tone matter-of-fact. “She once helped a man who had a love curse on him.”“Really?” Eleanor asked, fixing her pale blue gaze on me. She was probably in her midtwenties, maybe pushing thirty, but with that fine hair and freckles it was easy to see what she must have looked like as a kindergartner. “You, like, know about things like that?”“I don’t know,” I said, choosing my words carefully. “I think in that case the man was his own worst enemy, believing he would never find love and therefore sabotaging himself. He’s involved with a very nice woman now.”“But you do believe there’s such a thing as curses?” asked Eleanor. “Cody says I’m ridiculous, but I have to wonder . . .”Cody rolled his eyes.“What curse are we talking about?” I asked. I had brushed up on hereditary curses to try to help a man named Bartholomew Woolsey, who believed himself to be suffering under a curse laid upon a Puritan ancestor. But the truth was that such curses were extraordinarily rare.
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