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level.”
    Priest grabbed his head. “Get out of my mind!”
    The dry chuckle escalated into a loud belly laugh that echoed throughout his skull. “You can’t get rid of me. You dug up my bones. You took them from their consecrated resting place and woke me. My spirit helped you regain your youth and I intend to enjoy it with you.”
    â€œYou can’t be inside me. You’re ruining everything. I’ve been waiting for this moment for centuries. Get out!”
    â€œMaybe you should employ a witch to help rid your mind of my spirit.” More loud guffaws filled Priest’s mind and he tore at his hair.
    â€œNoooo!”
    When he screamed, the cab driver stopped his horse, jumped off his box and ripped the door open. Priest tumbled out of the cab and onto the cobbles still tearing at his head. The driver kicked Priest away from his vehicle, leaped back on the box and whipped his horse into a trot, leaving Priest laying on the cobbles rolling back and forth, holding his head and shrieking.

Chapter 4
    â€œWe have to leave right now,” Bryn yelled over her shoulder. “Priest sent those snakes. He’ll be back.”
    Fenix followed her up the stairs to the second floor. “Where’s Quinn?”
    Bryn shrugged. “I don’t know. He was here when we went into the basement.”
    Quinn’s head popped out of Bryn’s bedroom. “I’m right here. What is amiss?”
    Bryn grabbed his shoulders. “Priest is still in Paris. He sent five snakes into the house to kill us.”
    Quinn shook his head. “Why would he want to kill you now? He got what he wanted. I imagined him screwing his way through most of the whorehouses in Paris.”
    Bryn snatched her trunk out of the closet and began tossing clothes into it willy nilly. “Fenix, pack!” She paused in her furious packing and stared blankly at Quinn. “It’s been two days since he regained his youth. Maybe he got tired of screwing his way through the brothels of Paris. He’s been after us forever. It’s become a habit. His life. We have become an obsession with him.”
    Quinn grabbed her arm to stop her from throwing an armful of intimate apparel into the trunk. “Where do you think you’re running off to?”
    â€œAfrica.”
    â€œWhat? Are you insane?”
    â€œNo, we know exactly what we’re doing and where we must go. We will go to the Belgian Congo specifically. We did a scrying and the dagger is there.”
    â€œStop, Bryn, and listen to me. You can’t just run off to Africa. It’s a very long ways away.”
    â€œI know that, Quinn, I was born there.”
    â€œJust how do you plan to get there?”
    â€œAirship. Sam and Tomlinson are examining the fastest airship in the world right now at the Paris Exposition. I’m going to borrow it.”
    Quinn tilted his head. “An airship?”
    â€œYes, the Betsy Ann. It’s a Titan Airship, fastest one made.”
    Quinn grabbed his valise and began shoving his own garments into it. “I’m coming with you.”
    She stopped packing and stared at him. “You would come to Africa for me?”
    He smiled and pulled her against his hard body. “My darling, I would walk across the Great Sahara barefoot for you. I also have an interest in ending this curse as you know.”
    Bryn smiled. “I do know. And when we find a safe place and a few hours to ourselves, I have a surprise for you.” Bryn still had the amulet given to her by her friend and fellow witch, Katherine. The witch had promised the amulet would release her from her curse for one night. That meant, for one night, she would be able to make love to Quinn without fear of him bursting into flames and dying a horrible death.
    â€œWhat kind of surprise?”
    She produced a black velvet bag from the drawer beside her bed. “In this bag is a charm that will allow us one night of