The Southern Magicks Chapter 33: Dr Bailey
I looked at the camera slot of the doorbell. How much surveillance did she have? Had she heard our conversation before? I knew it was naïve to assume she couldn’t have; with the right spell she’d have heard. What kind of biological magic did she practice? I imagined my decaying corpse being devoured by flesh-eating scavengers under her control. ‘They’d never find enough evidence’.