9
“Please work. Please work,” I quietly chanted as I exited the hut and out into the snowy world.
Mo followed beside me to the path. “Don’t worry so much. That quack doctor may be a perverted old man, but he does know his voodoo dolls,” he assured me.
“So you think it’ll really work?” I asked him.
“Well, I wouldn’t say that. You have a powerful curse on you and it won’t be easy getting it off,” Mo admitted. He tilted his head up to look me in the eyes. “Who was it that put the curse on you, anyway?”
I shrugged. “Some incubus by the name of David, or that’s-”
Mo stopped and his fur stood on end and he arched his back. “David?” he hissed.
I stopped and raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, that’s what he said his name was. Why? Do you know him?”
Mo spat and growled. “Everyone this si
