Blood of Egypt (Witch Fairy Book 8) by Bonnie Lamer Read Free Book Online

touching.  “You will learn to fear me little Witch Fairy.”  He says that like it’s those words making his breath smell so badly.
     
    “I think I have a mint in my pocket.  Want it?”
     
    It really hurts when an Archangel pushes you hard enough to go flying.  Unlike when I threw the gunman, Belial doesn’t care that I hit the pyramid.  In fact, I’m pretty sure he enjoyed it.  Jerk.
     
    Rubbing the back of my head, I stand up.  “That hurt,” I say while he laughs at my pain.  He stops laughing when I hit his leg with magic before he can shield himself.  I think his femur may have broken in two.  A loud crack and his fall to the ground lead me to believe that. 
     
    I feel his magic grow until I’m positive that I’m going to be crushed by it.  Just as he’s about to release it, a light of pure white surrounds him.  He struggles against it but he can’t break free.  With a last glare in my direction, he stops struggling and lets the light take him.  He disappears and I’m thrust out of Angel time with a serious concussion.
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 11
     
    “How the hell did you get over there?” the dark haired guy asks.  Both he and the woman are staring at me with their mouths open.  That makes sense because to them, I disappeared and reappeared somewhere else instantly.  Angel time is funny that way.
     
    Kallen jogs to my side.  “Are you okay?” he asks.  There’s no confusion in his mind about what just happened to me.  He takes off his t-shirt to press it against the bleeding spot on my head.  “It was him?” he asks softly. 
     
    I nod and I feel like I have a sea of sharp nails rolling around in my head.  I close my eyes and scrunch my forehead with the pain.  I’ll stick to verbal responses for the moment.  “Yes.”
     
    The woman kneels down next to me.  “I can heal that,” she says quietly.
     
    I smile through the pain, open my eyes, and look at her.  “I got it, but thanks anyway.”  I’m really curious about her now, but I have to focus on healing myself at the moment.  I close my eyes again and think about the nice sized gash on my head closing.  I can feel the painful pull of the tissue knitting back together, but it’s not nearly as painful as hitting the pyramid was.  Not exactly how I imagined my first visit to begin.
     
    “Eliana, what do you want to do with this guy?” the man with her asks.  Eliana turns her head to the almost forgotten shooter who is still being kept at bay with fire.
     
    There are sirens in the distance and it won’t take long for them to get here.  Eliana looks at the fire and it extinguishes.  The shooter is busy having a nervous breakdown and I don’t think he even noticed the fire is gone.  Just in case he recovers and wants to retrieve his gun, I cocoon him in a wall of magic.  That freaks him out even more.  He’s pushing against invisible walls like he’s a mime.
     
    Kallen stands up and offers me his hand.  I take it and he helps me to my feet.  I feel a little woozy, but it goes away quickly.  The t-shirt in his hand is a bloody mess so he lets go of the magic holding it and creates another one.  This elicits another gasp from our new friends.  New friends.  Are they who Raziel was telling me about?  I guess I didn’t expect to find them this quickly.  Is that why he told me about it, so I didn’t screw this up somehow?
     
    “I believe introductions are in order, but perhaps we should abstain until we are out of earshot.”  Kallen says and then looks at the gunman, “none of us can explain anything without that man overhearing.  He has already witnessed too much.  I think it best if we leave and allow the authorities to deal with him.” 
     
    The guy with Eliana says, “Even if he tells them everything he’s seen today, they’ll probably just think he’s mentally ill.  Maybe we’ll be lucky and no one else in the crowd was paying attention to