she’d have a coven
that would step in and help, but she’d been ostracized by her kind. Most
witches turned their noses up when she walked by, so asking for help wasn’t a
good idea. They’d probably think she deserved her current predicament. Hell,
they may even help the evil witch and demon, especially those who practiced the
dark arts. Breena wasn’t one of them, though. She used her magick for good, when it worked the
way it was supposed to. She admitted that she had more accidents than most, but
it wasn’t like she didn’t try.
The
witch and demon stopped their incantation, but they didn’t look happy. Maybe it
hadn’t worked? She’d like to think Cade had anticipated such a move and had
blocked them, but for all she knew, their spell was just missing something. She
hadn’t seen every ingredient they’d used. It was possible they’d left something
out. Pressing further into the corner, she tried to make herself inconspicuous,
hoping they would forget about her.
The
air grew heavy, charged, and she could smell magick in the air. She knew it wasn’t
the witch and demon. This magick smelled pure, not
diluted by hatred and evil. Before her very eyes, the image of the demon and
witch wavered, stuttered like a TV trying to go out, and then they disappeared.
She cried out, not wanting to be left behind. What if another demon came along?
What if she was discovered by someone worse than Asmoth ?
She
began to despair when something started to happen. She felt infused by warmth
and love. Her skin began to glow, and then she blinked out of Hell and
reappeared in the field near her town. The sight before her took her breath
away. Cade stood front and center, flanked by the head warlock, Jared, and the
alpha, Micah. Behind them stood several warlocks and most of
the werewolf pack. It seemed they’d come to fight, if that’s what it
took.
What
she didn’t understand was if they’d pulled her out of Hell, why was a fight
necessary? Why hadn’t they just brought her home and left things alone? People
were going to die if they went down this path. She could feel it. She wanted to
run to Cade, throw her arms around him, and tell him she was sorry for doubting
him. Maybe if she hadn’t pushed him away, none of this would have happened. Yes,
she was still upset that he’d bitten her without discussing it with her first,
but maybe she’d overreacted.
The furball might be overbearing, but he was growing on
her. The sex had been explosive, the best she’d ever had, and she had to wonder
if perhaps it was because she was destined to be his mate. She believed in
destiny, in the Fates. Had this happened to her because she’d doubted their
plan for her? She couldn’t understand why the demon would have taken her.
She
couldn’t hear what was being said, but Cade was addressing the demon and witch.
He looked confident, in control. Breena hoped that
was true. She’d been concerned when she’d thought he would be facing the demon
and witch alone, but now that she saw he had a small army with him, she wasn’t
quite as worried. She didn’t want anyone to die, but she didn’t want to remain
in the clutches of the demon either.
The
demon lifted his hands and a pulse of red light shot out, hitting Cade right in
the chest. Her werelock stumbled but didn’t fall.
Whatever he’d been hit with, he was strong enough to withstand it. She watched
as Cade fought back, shooting balls of white light at the demon, energy balls
that looked like they were charged with lightning. Jared and Micah launched an
attack on the witch, the warlock distracting her with magick while the alpha
knocked her to the ground. Chaos ensued around them as warlocks and werewolves
joined in the fight, everyone wanting a piece of the demon and witch.
Cade
was unable to hold the demon on his own. Two warlocks flanked him, both
launching spells at Asmoth , while Cade began his own
incantation. Breena wanted to help, but without her
wand, she was