Page 70 of Enchanting Her Monsters
They catch sight of me immediately, smiling and waving me over.
I can feel the heat of their gaze as I saunter toward them. Damn, I’ve never felt sexy in my life and now, with my mates, I feel like a goddess.
“Gorgeous,” Maxum murmurs and slides his hand down my side to rest on my hip.
Arran does the same on my other side. I’m pinned between these devastatingly beautiful males, and I forget how to breathe.
How can they affect me like this?
My wolfboy kisses his mating bite mark and asks, “Feeling better?”
“A bit more grounded.” I flick my chin toward the cellar door. “How’s Calder?”
“He seems to be waking,” Arran answers and steps back. “You want to see him?”
My nerves coil up tight and I worry I’m overstepping. “Is that a good idea?”
“Your presence might soothe his mating fever,” Maxum suggests. “He’ll need a clear head so he can mend his soul.”
Squaring my shoulders, I gather my strength. “Let me see him.”
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FEVERED DREAMS
CALDER
Iwish I’d just die already.
I don’t care if it’s my last death.
I hope it is.
The witch drags iron chains over my exposed chest, burning a trail over my flesh. The toxic iron of the bed sears into my back and legs. I hear the sickening sound of my blood dripping to the floor from my multitude of wounds she’s inflicted. When I look over to the side, I can see the stain of my life marking the concrete.
“Tell me what I want to know and this can all be over,” the witch falsely coos.
I doubt she will give me a release of death, even if I were to spill the secrets of my fellow supes. If I tell her what I know, she will keep me as a plaything.
No. I’ll have to anger her and get her to kill me so I can burn to ash.
I’ve already been tortured for weeks. My mind spirals with only moments of lucidity, as my fae blood allows my body to heal. My self-healing magic is almost exhausted now. Every time I regain my wits and realize my plight, I wish to fall back into madness again, so I don’t have to consciously feel the pain she doles out.
My pack, my love Osen, and my allies haven’t found me. I’m giving up on a rescue ever happening since this witch is clever and has warded our location too well.
Can Imakemyself die?
Just when I’m about to try, I hear a commotion. My vision is blurred, but I sense my packmates are near.
My phoenix instincts sense impending death.
Please let it be mine. Not my pack.
“In here!” Osen shouts.
The witch hovering near me, curses and begins a chant.
Other witches pour inside the building, battling my pack. Magic is flying across the warehouse, crashing and exploding.
