Page 113 of Enchanting Her Monsters
“You’re such an ignorant bitch. Your mother did you no favors, leaving you in the dark. How fortunate for us.” Minerva shakes her head with a self-righteous sneer. “It was your books, dumb dumb. You wrote about things that were too accurate. About actual events. When we hunted down the author, we found you, a witch who had no idea that she was channeling the dead. Not just any dead though… supernaturals. With details that no one else should know about our crimes.”
I think back and realize Minerva had reached out to me as a fellow author just a week before Rob showed up in my life.
“So you sent Rob and the hamster to spy and manipulate me,” I surmise.
“It was going so well for our cause until you got rowdy and took up with this lot.” Her gaze slithers all over my guys, appraising them. “But I have to say, for supes, they are pretty hot. I can’t exactly fault an ignorant lust witch from sampling these tasty snacks. I’m sure they fuck like monsters, too.” She eyes Arran like she’s tempted. “Especially this one. My coven gave him exactly what he deserved with the curse, but I’d love to tie him down and unleash the berserker.” Then she spots Calder and licks her lips. “And how could I forget how easily Ifracturedthis tasty morsel?”
Anger flares inside me. How dare she minimize what I have with them and what she put Arran and Calder through? “They aren’t fucking snacks, you piece of shit.”
“My my. Someone is feeling protective over their lust meals.” Minerva doesn’t seem to sense my bonds, or she dismisses them as nothing. She takes another step closer.
I feel her power wash over me, but I suspect my lust witch blood allows me to resist her.
Her voice turns steely and cold. “Galiana is waiting for you. Let’s not keep her waiting any longer, shall we?”
She lifts her hand, and her people rush forward to capture us.
Electricity cracks in my hands, but I hide the magic since I don’t want to use it while my enemies are watching. These witches don’t seem to know about my unique heritage and powers. Maxum has warned me that the more others know, the more dangerous it is for me.
My guys surround me, fighting in a protective circle.
I watch helplessly as our magical booby-traps are destroyed by a few witches.
Osen’s shadows shoot out and knock people to the ground several feet away. I know from my visions of his ability that he’s not even close to recovering his full power.
Calder is throwing balls of fire with his flaming hands, but his attacks bounce off some sort of witch-shields.
In full gargoyle form, Flint’s huge wings are taking an onslaught of magical blasts to protect me. Through our bond, I sense he’s weakening.
Arran slices his massive claws at our attackers, dodging and weaving. But he takes more hits than he dishes out.
Maxum takes a bastard down with his mind magic. The warlock drops dead, crumpling at our feet after his brain turns to mush.
There are far more people on their side than ours, and I’m afraid we might not win if I don’t join in the fray.
Dare I expose my electric mage ability?
Calder transforms into his full phoenix form and circles around us, keeping the witches at bay as best he can. He dives low to burn them with his fire, but most of his prey have strong magical shields protecting them.
A blast of magic hits him dead on, and he screeches with rage. He’s blocking our mate bond connection to protect me, so I can only hope it’s that he’s pissed and not hurt, but his movements aren’t as smooth as before.
I’m at a loss for what to do to help. My witch powers are passive and seem to be a low-level lust power and mediumship. Not helpful in my current situation. Unless I can somehow seduce ghosts into attacking our enemies. Which doesn’t seem very practical, even if I could even accomplish the feat.
For now, I’m crouched low to the ground like a coward or damsel in distress. I don’t like either label. Maxum’s warning echoes in my mind that I can’t let anyone know what I can do.Only as a last resort. Yanking souls from bodies with this many witnesses who could escape isn’t advisable either.
The ground vibrates under my feet, and I hear a chant droning from a group of witches not actively engaged in the battle.
I quickly glance at Arran and Flint, but I don’t see them noticing it. Though I’m uncertain, since my eyeballs are rattling in my head.
“Fuck!” Maxum shouts.
Spinning to see what’s happened, he stares at the ground below his feet that’s shuddering. “Nooooooo!” He turns to see that I’m also affected.
He dives for me. As his body collides with mine, I feel the ground below us give way. Our drop ends quickly, and his huge body crushes me as we land.
The wind is knocked out of me. I suck in a breath before I can crack my eyes open. When I do, I see we’re in a large, dark, concrete room with no windows. It appears to be empty. No people, no furniture, nothing.
Maxum pushes off me and curses a string of expletives that must come from the bowels of hell and fills me with dread. He slams his body against an invisible wall.
