Forbidden Magic by Jennifer Lyon Read Free Book Online

toss it where Wing Slayer can’t get it. Maybe yours too. Is that okay with you?” She was shaking with outrage. She was screwed no matter what, but she was not going to let that happen to Eli. Or Ram. Eli had to leave, and she had to be here for Ram when he got near witch blood. Then he’d need sex.
    He’d need her.
    Ram didn’t move, didn’t flinch, didn’t even blink. “If it came down to that choice…then yes.”
    She jerked back as if he’d hit her. “You can’t mean that.” He didn’t give an inch. “Go with Eli, Ginny.”
    She had thought Ram would understand. Help her. Her eyes burned, but she refused to cry in disappointment and frustration. Somehow, she’d let herself believe Ram would see her differently, see her as a strong capable woman.
    A partner.
    Damn, she was an idiot. Look at her, already building romantic fantasies, already setting herself up for the heartbreak her father craved so badly.
    Only years of practice helped her get her emotions under control. She drew her hand back and slid out of the Range Rover to stand. Then she looked back at him. “You’re as bad as my father, thinking that I can’t make my own decisions.” She slammed the door and left with her brother.
    But she wasn’t done. Ram would need her.
    And one way or another, she’d be there when that happened.

    ***
    Ram kicked through the front door of the stereo shop at the same time Axel came in the back way. He was so juiced up on pure rage, he went cold with the need to kill.
    No emotion. Just death.
    Two men lunged up from the couch where they were eating chicken wings and watching a big screen. The smell of spicy barbecue sauce and fat didn’t cover the scent of blood.
    Witch blood.
    The two men weren’t witch hunters, but pure steroid meatheads. Hired thugs. They knew what was happening to the witches and didn’t care.
    “These two are mine,” he called to Axel as his leader began moving through the space. He and Axel had fought together more times than he could count.
    “You’re dead, asshole.” One of the meatheads said, raising a gun.
    Ram launched himself, leaping over the food-littered coffee table, kicking the gun from the first man’s hand.
    The second man fired his weapon. But Ram was too fast, twisting from the bullet’s path and landing upright. He snatched the knife from his thigh holster and cut the second man’s throat.
    Then he turned to the guy holding his broken hand. Grabbing him, he snarled, “Who else is here?”
    “Three more guards and two clients.”
    Clients ? The word sickened him. “Axel, copy that?”
    “The guards are dead,” Axel responded in Ram’s Bluetooth. “Let’s get the witches.”
    “Right there,” Ram said even as he felt the guy in his grip shifting. A second later the tip of a knife penetrated right below his rib cage.
    Ram reacted, snapping his body back from the blade and shoving his knife through the man’s chest and into his heart in one smooth move. He sliced up, shredding the still beating organ.
    The prick’s eyes widened in terror, his mouth opened, but only a strangled sound came out.
    Death blanked his expression.
    Ram pulled out his knife, cleaned it on the man’s shirt, then dropped him. He didn’t bother looking back as he headed down a hallway, following the scent of witch blood.
    Axel met him with one witch. She looked bad, clutching a blanket around her body.
    The smell of her blood was fresh and Ram froze beneath the hot craving.
    Axel’s eyes narrowed. “Get out, now. Key’s on his way.”
    “No. Don’t leave,” the witch cried. “They are in those rooms,” she said, pointing to the two doors set in the hallway.
    A muffled scream trembled through the walls.
    Ram raced for the first door the other witch had pointed to, knowing that Axel would go for the next one. This was their job, saving innocent witches and killing the bastards that attacked them. Cut them for their blood.
    Ram kicked the door with so much force it flew off