Free Saved by the Spell (Anna Wolfe Series, Book #2) by Casey Keen

“Now repeat after me. Enclose me with your protective light an’ keep all evil spirits an’ energy away from me an’ my home...” he pauses, listening as Kristy repeats him, verbatim. He continues, “with the guidance of my spirit guides, ancestors, an’ gods, I build a strong, invisible barrier of light around myself now an’ always.”
    Kr isty repeats the chant, with hope backing up every word. “Will this work?”
    Martello places his hands on his hips, looking insulted. “Girl, don't you go questionin’ my voodoo,” he laughs. “You’s gonna be fine.”
    He sits next t o her, reaching for her hands. “Listen, honey. We has our protection, now we needs to find Anna.”
    Kristy nods solemnly. “ Martello, I've never been this scared in my life.”
    He grins unsteadily, dropping hi s eyes to the floor below him. “I knows, honey, I knows.” He pats her hand, indicating it's time to go. They both stand, just as a string of solid knocks reverberates from their door.
    “ Come in,” Kristy yells.
    One swift twist of the knob and Roman thrusts the door open, alm ost slamming it into the wall. “Are you two ready?”
    “ Yes, we’s ready,” Martello answers.
    “ What's that smell?” Roman’s expression turns sour, and he fans his nose.
    “ It’s sage.”
    Roman chuckles. “A voodoo protection spell? Martello, that's great for kindergarten spirits newly enrolled in haunting school,” he laughs condescendingly. “Both of you need something a lot stronger; especially for the cemetery we’re visiting.”
    Martello points his diva finger at him. “Don't you go gettin' all high an’ mighty with me, you hears? Just because you's a warlock don't mean you’s the end all-be all.”
    Roman raises his arms and chants something incomprehensible. Both Martello and Kristy watch as two light-blue orbs float over to them before disappearing into their skin. They look down at their bodies, now glowing in this light.
    “ Holy shit,” Martello murmurs.
    Roman crosses his arms proudly. “See? That's what you need—full body armor for those pesky spirits that like to fight dirty.”
    Kristy glances up at him in wonder. “What about you and Janie?”
    Roman flicks his wrist. “Janie's protected already and supernaturals don't need it. Ghosts can only attach themselves to humans.”
    “ Why is that?” Kristy asks.
    “ Because human's have pure souls,” he replies bleakly. He turns on his heels and exits the bedroom, clearly not wanting to disclose any more information.
    “ He’s a weird fella, ain’t he?” Martello raises his brow. “Lordy, Lordy. I still can’t wraps my mind around this magical world we livin’ in now,” he sighs.
    They exit the room, somberly strolling to the front porch where Roman, Janie, Valen and Brielle are waiting. The air is thick with anxiety as everyone worries about the night for different reasons. 
    “Hey there, girl!” Brielle shouts, hugging Kristy. She steps back, thrusting Kristy out in front of her like she hasn’t seen her in years. “Don't look so scared. You got two weres and a warlock with you. You'll be just fine,” she winks.
    Kristy smiles cautiously.
    “ So, Brielle, do you have any updates regarding the packs?” Janie inquires.
    Brielle's grin falls from her face. “I’ve already told these guys,” she says pointing to Valen and Roman, “my pack’s in, but the others have declined. They're too scared to ruffle the feathers of Micah and Lucifer,” she concludes, emphasizing her statement with an eye roll.
    Janie shifts her weight uncomfortably. “How many werewolves are in your pack?”
    “ Twenty.”
    Twenty isn't nearly enough for the revolution soon to come. Janie’s concern grows exponentially at this moot point.
    “But listen girlie, we’ll have people behind us eventually. We just need to give it a little time.”
    “Brielle’s right. Once things heat up and become more public , others will join us,” Valen conjectures. “Trust