A Wicked Night (Creatures of Darkness 2): A Coraline Conwell Novel by Kiersten Fay Read Free Book Online Page B

being crushed under her boot.
    At the spirit’s words, Mace’s brows furrowed with chagrin, but also a good dose of bemusement. It took Sara a moment to understand the latter. Such scathing words pronounced through a loved one’s mouth, using their voice? Even though it was not truly them speaking, how could that not be confusing?
    She imagined Gran in Cora’s place, her audacious soul sequestered somewhere inside her own mind, pacing the makeshift cage in her hunched gait, something wild and desperate behind her wrinkled facade. How would Sara reconcile hearing such hateful remarks from her grandmother, even knowing it was another’s words?
    “Let me out of here,” the spirit beseeched of Sara. “I will find your granny’s murderer and make him suffer a thousand hell-fire deaths for you.”
    “Quiet down, witch,” Mace growled, looking to have recovered from his confliction. He speared Sadira with a caustic sneer.
    Sara wasn’t sure what to think. “Maybe I should be heeding the advice of the only other witch in the room rather than a vampire.”
    Mace turned on her, nearly hostile, panicked, but more desperate than anything. He once again gripped her by the shoulders. “She will never help you. She is a liar, selfish, cruel, a murderer herself. If you help her in any way, she’ll make you regret the day you ever met her.”
    Sara squirmed in his hold. Mace seemed to realize how tightly he was gripping her and eased up.
    “Why should I believe you?” she demanded.
    “Yes, Mason darling? Why?” Sadira smiled, but there was no kindness in it.
    “Because I regret the day I ever met her.”
     
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    Knox stomped around the witch’s place, shoving items into a black duffel bag. He couldn’t believe he was actually conspiring with one witch to save another. But between Cora and Sadira? Well, what was that they said about the lesser of two evils?
    As he stood now, he’d rather be under Cora’s thumb, than Sadira’s plaything.
    Besides, if it came to it, Cora would be a lot easier to kill. He’d not be controlled. Not by anyone. Not even a doe-eyed blond that feigned innocence with such ease as to nearly have him believing her.
    Cora wasn’t innocent. Couldn’t be. Because for a moment there, before Sadira had reappeared, when Cora’s eyes had turned pleading, and she’d begged him with that soft, feminine voice of her, he had almost wanted to give in.
    Almost.
    Too bad she’d been begging for the life of that sod Mace, when only minutes before she’d been rewarding him with the sweet fragrance of her arousal.
    The girl was good. He had to give her that. Playing them both like well-tuned instruments.
    The sound of footsteps drummed in his ear just before the front door swung opened. Damn, he’d forgotten to lock it.
    “Oh.” A young man stopped short. He checked his watch. “I was looking for the owner, Saraphine.”
    “Girl’s gone home for the night,” Knox grunted and resumed his task in a silent dismissal.
    The stupid git took a few steps forward. “Home? You don’t happen to know where she lives, do you?”
    Annoyed, Knox shouldered the duffel. “I might be a son of a bitch, but I’m not in the habit of giving out young girl’s home addresses to complete strangers.”
    When he turned fully around to face the idiot, he was surprised to find the man standing no less than two feet from him. The fuck? No one got the drop on him like that.
    The man’s gaze was cold, threatening.
    Knox stepped closer, aggression filling his veins. “Is there something I can do for you, pet, or are you just looking for a kiss goodnight?”
    The man didn’t back down. “Just want to make sure my friend is well.”
    “She’ll have to tell you that for herself at a later date.” A warning darkened his words. “Now get out. We’re closed.”
    Several heartbeats passed. Knox wondered if the dolt was about to attack. But finally, after eyeing each other with contempt, the man strolled out the