Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Both our powers were going to the witches, to each one individually.
He was knocking them out.
Kellan. What are you doing?
I’m removing each of their individual power source. They’re trying to use the source of a witch inside the house. The one Damien was with.
You were eavesdropping too?
I’m connected to Shay.
That was Kellan’s explanation, but contrary to what he was insinuating, we were not in each other’s heads on a constant basis. So, he’d been eavesdropping.
I shot him a grin. Kellan saw and matched it, then he pulled more power from me. The white was starting to consume the black. It was becoming more and more bright, blinding to the witches.
The girl who had approached me on campus came from around the house, her hands back to being low and held out in front of her hips. Her hair was blowing in the wind, but it was also changing colors. Black. White. Silver. Red. Orange. Yellow. Blue. Green. Purple. It just kept changing, and then her voice grew.
I could see her own power. It was rippling up from the earth, moving into her and she was sending it out to her other coven members.
I was wrong.
She was their leader.
As if sensing my realization, her voice dropped even lower and it was booming now.
They’re speaking their own language.
I growled. Witch language.
I hated witch language. It sounded like a mix of Russian and German.
“Damien?” a soft and tentative voice came from behind us.
We turned. It was Damien’s girlfriend/maybe-just-a-hookup. Kellan and my power were circling around her, but there was an invisible string coming out from her stomach. I could see our power around the string, and it was pulling her toward the leader.
“What’s happening to me, Damien?” Her voice hiccuped. She was visibly trembling.
“They’re tapping into her blood, and using her ancestors’ power.”
I was glad Kellan knew, because I had no clue.
Neither did Damien, judging by his blank look that he sent me. “Can you stop it, Kellan?”
Before Kellan could reply, the leader girl spoke again, her voice even deeper. She had moved so she was directly in front of the house, and in front of us.
“You cannot. Our power is fierce. Our power is strong. Our power—”
“Your power is starting to give me a headache.” Kellan moved toward Damien’s girl, and he reached out for the invisible cord. His hand closed around it, and he looked back to the witch leader.
I knew my soulmate.
He’d been in a good mood until now. He’d been chilled and relaxed. This wasn’t anything to get worked up over, but that was gone. The witches had fought enough where he was annoyed, and as I was seeing this, his face was darkening and the witches (those not unconscious) were clueing in too.
Their chanting started to break off. They started chattering, their voices raised in high pitches.
The leader ignored them, and she thrust her hands out, yanking on Damien’s girl. “No! You will not—”
Kellan closed his hand over the string. With his eyes locked on the leader’s, he taunted, “You’re saying what now?” And just like that, he destroyed their connection to Damien’s girl.
The image of my brother being tied to a pole around their fire vanished. I was watching, and it was instead being replaced with Damien’s fraternity house being on fire.
“She’s going to burn the house down!” I cried out because that was something to worry about. We got all the humans inside.
Damien cursed, now comforting his girl-whatever-she-was.
“You!” A feral scream came from the leader to Kellan. She was enraged, actual fire in her eyes. “You will not stop us. You cannot stop us. We were many. We are eternal. We will never stop—”
Kellan rolled his eyes and raised his hand in the air. In one snap, he released my power and sent his to surround each witch. It happened in two seconds.
His power completely overtook them, and then he snapped his fingers.
The witches were gone. Poof. Just like that.
I reeled around to him. “You killed them.”
He sighed. Some particles left over flew past on the wind, and he raised his finger, sending the wind away from us. Then he rubbed his hands clean. “Well. Yeah. I’m a demon.” He smirked. “This is my Christmas Day. Happy Halloween to me. I got to kill some witches.” He came over, leaning in to kiss me.
I was too shocked to do anything.
I wanted them stopped, not killed.
He said against my lips, grazing me, “They didn’t have souls, Shay.” His hand came up and wrapped around the back of my neck. His thumb spread up, further holding me steady. “No matter what side you’re on, a human without a soul is dangerous. These were witches without them. They’d already sold them to a different demon for their power source. They were weakening, that’s why they had to use the born witch. They were going to try to use hers to tap Damien for the rest of his messenger power. I had to kill them.”