Page 95 of Ghost Walk
And the Rivera Doomsday Spell blasted at full force
Power flowed through Grace. More than she’d ever felt, even during Serenity’s séances. The overhead light flickered and then exploded in showers of glass. Papers blew in small cyclones of air. Shelves toppled. Mice skittered away,searching for cover. It was like every cell inside of her had been plugged into an electrical outlet and turned up to full blast.
Jamie gaped at the ceiling as sparks rained down. “Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, I knew you had magic in you.” He murmured reverently.
Robert let out a terrified scream as the Doomsday spell engulfed him.
…Then he simply vanished.
All evidence of Robert was gone in a matter of seconds. The box of his office supplies, his knocked out teeth, the blood from his broken nose… It was like he’d never been there, at all.
Grace stood there, her body still vibrating even as the magic faded.
Holy crap! A spell had actually worked!
At least, sheassumedit worked. Since she had no idea what it wassupposedto do, it was hard to say if it had actually done itcorrectly, but Jamie was safe and that was all that mattered. She looked up at him, her mind reeling. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, which is more than I can say for that wanker Robert.” Jamie gazed at her in awe. “Where did you send him, love?”
“I have no idea.” The Doomsday spell didn’t exactly come with operating instructions. It was strictly a “break glass in case of emergency” kinda deal. Grace let out a long breath. “Given my only powers seem to be of the time travel variety, I’m guessing someplace long ago and possibly far, far away.” She wrinkled her nose. “Just so he’s far, far away fromus, I don’t even care.”
“Well, I’d still liked to have killed him, but that was just as satisfying.” Jamie beamed. “Itoldyou ya had magic in your blood, lass. More than anyone I’ve ever met or heard of. Why with your talent, there is no telling the spells you could harness if you tried…”
She cut him off. “I’mnotharnessing any spells, Jamie. I told you, I don’t like them. They never work properly.”
Jamie arched an amused brow. “Explain that toRobert. Oh wait, you can’t… You disintegrated him.” He chuckled in delight.
“I didn’t disintegrate him!” At least, she didn’tthinkshe did. Grace looked around, trying to spot some sign of her ex, but he was well and truly gone. This one was definitely going to be hard to explain to the museum board.
“In any case, we’ll discuss all the fun adventures we can have with your powers later.” Jamie assured her in a humoring tone. “We’ve all the time in the world.”
“We’re not using my powers for any more ‘fun adventures,’ Jamie. That was my last spell. I mean it.”
Jamie disregarded that. “What’s important now is you and I are finally together.” He started towards her again, crunching through the antique documents scattered all over the floor. “That’s what I was telling you before. There is nothing that could keep me from your side, Grace. I belong to you, just as surely as…” He stopped short.
“Something wrong?” She’d been liking that speech.
“What the bloody hell?” His boot had come down on a piece of yellowed parchment. It was one of the countless documents that Grace had scattered around the basement in her search for the shawl and her tornado of power had stirred it up again. “Holy shit!” He bent down to grab it, an amazed expression on his face. “Grace, you actually found it!”
“I found what?” Grace hurried over to see what he was holding. It was a faded drawing of a coastline, with some trees and a big red X painted on the beach. Her eyebrows soared. There was only one thing in the world it could be. “Oh my God! Is that…?”
“It’s mine.Ours.” He beamed at her, looking every bit the pirate he’d always be, no matter what century they were standing in. “You just found my missing treasure map!”
Epilogue
I realized that JMR is the only one of my beaus who never assures me that we’ll one day marry, or tells me that he loves me passionately, or swears that I’m the only girl for him. Isn’t that refreshing? It’s no wonder he’s my favorite.
Both of us know we’re waiting for other people.
Final Entry from the Journal of Miss Lucinda Wentworth
“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.” Jamie leaned on the shovel and blew out a tired breath. “I donea remember it being this much work to bury the damn thing.”
“Well, you were nearly two and a half centuries younger. Also you’d been drinking a lot of rum.” Grace arched a brow at him. “I just hope you weren’tcompletelydrunk when you drew the map.”
He made a face at her. “I’m never so drunk that I can’t draw a map properly. In fact, we’re luckyImade it and not some amateur like Ned Hunnicutt. We’d probably be recreating the Panama Canal looking for the treasure chest.”
“Just keep digging.”
