“Then you’ll never get the coven of witches you need for the ritual.” Agnes’s voice dripped with venom.
Lowering her arm, Maeve glowered at Agnes, pursing her lips as her nostrils flared.
It seemed Maeve was between a rock and a hard place.
“What’s it going to be, Maeve? Me or you? Are you that desperate to riskyourlife to rise to power?” I asked.
“You think you can hurt me?” Maeve’s tone was incredulous.
“You’re not invincible.” I opened and closed my fists as that familiar tingle radiated in my legs, and warmth rumbled from my feet to my arms.
Her daughter bowed her head, mumbling foreign words.
“Hold up, Patty,” Maeve said. “Let’s see what she can do.” Maeve opened her arms. “Give me your best shot.”
A laugh zipped around in my head as I quickly looked to Agnes for help.
“Agnes can’t help you.” Maeve’s voice was grating on my nerves.
“Where are our children?” Sam asked. He was probably trying to stall while I figured something out.
Patricia tucked her elbows into her waist, her forearms parallel to the ground, and her palms facing each other. “Which ones? The two we have here or your two daughters in the Catskills?”
Fear and fury coursed through me as I jerked my head at Sam. The game had certainly changed on my part as well. Holy fucknation. Ellie and Rorie were in danger. So was Jordyn. I would like to believe Patricia was bluffing, but she’d nailed their general location.
He fixated on Patricia, fangs out, green eyes flashing to silver.
Patricia laughed, the sound reminding me of Roman. He had that same cocksure laugh when he dropped a bomb on us. “Bloodsucker, you know you can’t do shit. Even if that invisible wall wasn’t there, I took your powers away.”
News to me, but that wasn’t important right now. I had to figure out how to knock both Maeve and Patricia on their asses.
Maeve held her arms at her sides and slightly behind herself while her palms were aimed in my direction. “Your children are mine.”
Rage enveloped me like a thick black fog, clouding my vision and distorting my perspective. “I’m so fucking over you and others thinking that my children belong to you.” I bowed my head, blinking several times, and when I did, my vision sharpened.
“You don’t stand a chance against me or my daughter.”
I snarled at Maeve. “I’m the true Mystic.”
Just because I fit the definition of the prophecy didn’t mean anything at the moment, but it was fun to trade barbs with Maeve.
Maeve’s face turned red. “That will never happen.”
Patricia kept her elbows secured to her waist and her forearms in that same position, as if she were squeezing a ball. “I’ll handle her.” She mumbled something I couldn’t make out.
Sam sucked in a breath, sounding as if he knew what Patricia was about to do.
Narrowing my gaze, I envisioned Patricia bleeding from her eyes.See it and believe it.
I’d used mind control once before when my sister Rianne had been ready to drive a dagger through my pregnant belly. Then I’d imagined her stabbing herself. As if I’d willed it so, Rianne had turned the blade on herself, ready to drive it into her chest when Harriet had intervened.
No one would stop me today.See it and believe it, I repeated to myself.
Patricia continued to mutter foreign words, and suddenly, I was thrown against the invisible wall. My body felt like it was burning, as if she’d lit me on fire.
Fury ignited inside me, causing an electrical charge to race down my arms and legs. Once again, I pictured Patricia’s eyes pouring out blood.
Patricia screamed, touching her face with her hands before she glanced at them. “I can’t see. What’s happening, Mom?” She stumbled into the sinister box, and a head rolled out. “Mom!”
