Despite my shock that Alia’s son Matthew’s head had been chopped off, I had to deal with Patricia.
I yanked Patricia by the hair until she was standing. “What youwilldo is return my husband’s powers, or I will make sure you’re buried alive in this dungeon.”
She spat in my face. “Go to hell.”
I shoved her toward her mother. “Suit yourself.”
She faltered but stayed upright.
“The invisible wall,” Sam rushed out.
I regarded Agnes and Sam. “Both of you cover your ears.”
“No,” Sam said. “They’ll hear you upstairs.”
“He’s right,” Agnes said. “Patricia needs to take the spell off.”
I stomped over to Patricia, who was on her knees and shaking her mother. “Wake up, Mom.”
I grabbed her by the hair once again. “Drop the wall, or I’ll make blood come out of your mouth—or better yet, crush your brain.”
She snarled. “Fuck you.”
“Suit yourself,” I said.
Within seconds, she had blood spurting from her mouth.
“Okay,” she choked out. “With the shield surround, remove the wall that has you bound.” Then she resumed trying to wake her mother.
Sam took a tentative step toward me, then another until he was wrapping his arms around me. “I’m more in love with you than I’ve ever been. You were fucking amazing.”
Butterflies took flight as I inhaled his woodsy scent. I beamed up at him as I eased away. I was once again giddy inside that I’d been able to do all that. But there was no room for celebration.
We needed to get the fuck out of there and find Orion and Luna. I pitied anyone who got in my way.
6
SAM
Sweat soaked my body from the overwhelming feeling of helplessness while I’d been watching Layla from behind that invisible wall. The fact that I couldn’t do a fucking thing to help had driven me insane, particularly when Agnes panicked over the spell Maeve had been about to use on Layla. I had no idea what the outcome of that spell was, but I would bet my life that it was death.
My body was slightly trembling, and I was afraid to let go of my wife. Yet we were being watched, so we didn’t have much time.
I had one problem though. I could punch my fist through concrete, but my hands weren’t quite back to normal yet. I needed blood to heal them quicker. Or regaining my elemental powers would be even better.
I released Layla. “Help your grandmother. I’ll deal with Patricia.” The bitch was going to give me my powers back or else I would drain her to a drop of her blood.
Patricia was sitting on her haunches, tapping her mother’s face. “Wake up, Mom.”
Maeve was out cold, though her heart was beating. Too bad. Both of these witches belonged in a casket and buried twenty feet beneath the earth.
I yanked Patricia upright by the scruff of her neck. “You and I have unfinished business.”
The bitch was covered in blood, which was driving me mad. I didn’t even think. I struck, sinking my fangs into her. The second her bitter blood filled my mouth, I almost spat it out but didn’t. The sounds in the room grew louder, and the myriad of odors grew stronger.
She whined, squirming and kicking to no avail.
I sucked with great pulls while Agnes schooled Layla on how to magically unlock the cell. It was a spell similar to the one Layla had used to free herself from the table.
