Sensual Magic by Lauren Dane Read Free Book Online

can hurt. So shut the fuck up and keep out of harm’s way. I’ll be done in a few minutes. The door will shield you.”
    The gun was nice and all, but she’d do as much as possible with magic. Discharging weapons was a pain in the ass—the sound drew attention. Magic was cleaner and more easily hidden. Still, she’d shoot that damned mage assassin in the head if need be.
    She inched her way around the back end of the car, tracking the mage with her othersight. She used a simple diversion spell, one that would make sure the mage heard her from another direction, and stood.
    There were two; a human also stood several feet away. He was well armed. She needed to take out the mage first. After that, the human would be easily dealt with. Onehanded, she drew her magic and sent it toward the mage, knocking him down.
    He writhed, screaming in pain and the human turned and a spray of automatic weapon fire peppered all around her. With a quick look at the expiring mage, she turned her attention to the human who continued to shoot.
    She hissed when a bullet just barely missed her arm and reached out to slam him with her energy. She’d used a lot on the mage—when this was over she’d need to rest and recharge.
    * * *
    William watched the entire exchange, totally shocked and shaken by everything he saw. The gun was one thing, although why anyone would be trying to kill them was bizarre enough. But her eyes. The subtle movement of her hands and the blurred wave of…whatever the hell it was, as it had hit the other guy and knocked him down in obvious great pain.And now she did some stuff with her hand, her gun pointed down, as she walked to the other guy. He’d fired an automatic weapon at her and she didn’t look hurt. What was going on? Was he being punked? Were there hidden cameras?
    In a blinding flash, the two men were gone and she turned and stalked back toward him.
    â€œYou…you want to tell me what the hell is going on here?” He shook now that it was over, whatever it was.
    She sighed, putting her gun away, and then loaded him into the low-slung passenger seat. She got into the driver’s side and closed the door.
    â€œI’m not going anywhere with you right now.”
    She turned to him and pressed a bottle of water into his hand. It was warm from being in the car, but it felt damned good as he drank it down in giant gulps.
    â€œI’m not taking you anywhere without your permission. Why don’t you go back to the club? Or can I get you home?” Her voice was soft, calm.
    â€œTell. Me. What. Is. Happening!”
    â€œI’m a witch.” She shrugged. “The one man was a mage, which is sort of like a witch, only they’re not bound by the same principles we are and they get their magic differently.” She paused at his look and smiled sheepishly. “Not that you care much about that or need to know anyway. Your ex helped them steal a great deal of money for the Clan I serve. Sort of an, um, city-state government of witches. They know I’m here, obviously, and they came to take care of me. But I took care of them first.”
    He just stared at her as the sounds of night, which he only then noticed had been totally silenced during the fight, sounded around them.
    â€œAm I on one of those practical-joke shows? Did Nash put you up to this?”
    She sneered a moment. “Do you honestly think I’d fuck you for a television show? Did what happened out there seem like just special effects to you?”
    â€œDon’t get bitchy with me. You, well, stuff came out of you and it knocked the other guy down and he’s not there anymore. Where did they go? What did you do?”
    â€œThey don’t exist. Best to think of it in those terms.”
    He scrubbed his hands over his face. “So this is, like, Wicca? But with, like, death shock fingers?”
    She sighed. “It’s not like that. A few of us are Wiccan, some