EPILOGUE

AFTER DROPPING Yemaya and Dakota off at their hotel, Ekimmu  called Om Loh Rehn and gave her a brief summary of the events. Pleased, Constance agreed to meet with her the next evening for a complete report.

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Throwing the keys on the stand, Ekimmu opened the bedroom door and stepped inside. The television was on, but the sound was turned low. A documentary about crocodiles was playing with the narrator explaining what a fantastic species they were.

Laughing, Ekimmu walked over to the bed and stared at the large orange and black snake coiled up on the bedspread watching the program.

“Setting the proper atmosphere?” she asked, raising her right eyebrow.

“Yess and ssaving my energy for things to come.”

“You’ll need it!”

Laughing, the snake morphed into human form. “Oh, I know. Believe me, I know,” the spirit grinned mischievously.

“I love a woman with a lot of spirit,” Ekimmu chuckled, removing her clothes and climbing onto the bed.

Giggling, the two women dove beneath the sheets and proceeded to wrestle for dominance.

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The beast lay in its lair, bruised and battered. The rage quieted temporarily but wasn’t defeated. The arrival of the first spirit had made it cautious. She was too powerful for it to challenge.

When the dark spirit arrived shortly afterward, the beast knew the time wasn’t right to take control. With the realization that victory would have been impossible came the decision to retreat once again. It was growing more powerful and wiser. The presence of the spirits had made it cautious. Each encounter taught it patience and something else. It would never be able to subdue Yemaya without the assistance of someone or something else.

“You need only ask,” a dark seductive voice whispered.

The beast snarled unhappily knowing it was true, but at what cost?

The End