Spells: A Bayou Magic Novel

SpellsA Bayou Magic Novel
Kristen Proby
Ampersand Publishing, Inc.


Contents
Title Page
A Note From The Author
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Epilogue
About Serendipity
About the Author
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SPELLS
A BAYOU MAGIC NOVEL
BY
KRISTEN PROBY


SPELLS
A Bayou Magic Novel
Kristen Proby
Copyright © 2020 by Kristen Proby
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Cover Design: By Hang Le
Published by Ampersand Publishing, Inc.
Ebook ISBN: 978-1-63350-051-8


A Note From The Author
Dear Reader,
Writing the Bayou Magic trilogy has been one of the greatest pleasures of my career so far. I adore these three sisters and the men destined to be theirs. And, I can admit, that I’m enjoying the thriller aspect of these stories very much. Although I still absolutely love writing contemporary romance, and I don’t plan to stop that anytime soon, exploring paranormal romance is just downright fun.
In that spirit, what you’ll read here is darker than what you’d normally expect from me. As it should be, given that we’re talking about a serial killer, and a centuries-old battle. There are some edge of your seat moments, and you might find yourself wanting to cover your eyes. But hang in there, because Lucien and Millie’s love story is worth every word.
I hope this second installment lives up to your expectations. Be sure to keep the lights on as you sit back with a warm beverage and let me tell you a story…
Happy reading,
Kristen


Prologue Millie
I don’t like these dreams. Sometimes they’re not scary, and I settle into a pleasant moment in them. But then my mind betrays me, and I’m suddenly fighting something horrible.
Something evil.
This time, it didn’t start nice at all. I jumped right into the middle of a war.
Where are my sisters? Why aren’t they with me?
“It’s no use,” I say to a woman I don’t recognize. “He’s too strong.”
“This happens every time,” she replies. How can she be so calm? Fire surrounds us, and something pulls at me. Trying to claim me. “You have to concentrate. You’ve been groomed for this over dozens of lifetimes.”
I shake my head, frantically searching for my sisters.
“Stop, a stór mo chroí.”
The male voice seems to come from inside my head. It’s calm and firm. A lifeline in the middle of all this chaos. This isn’t the evil.
It could be my salvation.
I turn and see Lucien. I don’t know how I know his name, but I’m certain he’s Lucien, and there he is, standing at least fifty yards away. He didn’t yell the word, so how did I hear him?
“Don’t be afraid,” Lucien says inside my head. “We’ll defeat the evil one, but not today. Not yet.”
“We have to!” I scream. “He’s going to destroy all of us!”
I’m weakening. I feel the evil pulling, the tug stronger as if it’s desperate now. Lucien starts to run toward me, but then he’s gone, and I can’t see him anymore.
Even the fire has disappeared.
It’s just me. And him.
The evil.
I sit up in bed, sweating, my chest heaving as I gasp for air.
Brielle thinks that I have these dreams now because I hit puberty, and it’s all because of hormones.
She’s my older sister. She probably knows about those things.
But deep down, we both know better. We’ve done enough research—away from the house so Mama doesn’t know—on our abilities to know that we’re special. The spirits we see, the things we know, they aren’t normal.
And our mama would kill us if we spoke of it in this house.
Just like she killed our daddy.
I lay back down and tug the covers up to my chin, trying to breathe normally so I can go back to sleep. Unfortunately, the spirits here know when the dreams happen, and they like to continue the torture while I’m awake.
Especially him. Daddy might be dead, but he’s not gone.
I risk a glance into the corner of my bedroom and see him standing there. For a long time after he died, I could read his thoughts.
I had to learn how to build up my defenses because the things he thinks about are worse than any nightmare I’ve ever had.
I don’t want to be alone. Brielle, Daphne, and I tried to talk Mama into letting us share just one bedroom, but she refused.
Mama likes to taunt us as badly as Daddy does.
We can’t escape it.
Walking through the old house in the bayou in the middle of the night is its own kind of torture for me, but being with Brielle makes it worth it.
I take a deep breath, toss back the covers, and hurry from my room. I slowly open the creaky door, cringing at the sound it makes and hoping with all my might that it doesn’t wake Mama.
I pause, listen, and reach out with my mind to see if she’s still in bed.
She is.
And spirits surround her.
I shiver as I raise my shields again and set out down the hallway. I have to flatten myself against the wall so I don’t run into one of the most aggressive ghosts we have in the house, and then I run as fast as I can down the long hallway to Brielle’s room.
I close the door behind me and climb into bed with her, surprised to find our baby sister, Daphne, already there.
“We all dreamed tonight,” Brielle murmurs softly as I join them. “Yours must have been bad to risk the house at night to get here.”
“So much fire,” Daphne whimpers. “Why is there always fire?”
“Because he’s the