I lowered my chin slightly, keeping my sights on Roman, picturing blood pouring out of his eyes as Agnes’s warning blared in my head. Nothing was happening. Probably because I was afraid that I might hurt my little boy.
Concentrate, girl.
Roman grinned at me. “You’re not a true witch. Your eyes should be orange, not yellow. Maybe you’re a witch outcast. You know, one of the rejects.”
Sam’s voice pierced my brain.Now would be a good time to unleash your mind control.
I’m afraid whatever I do will affect Orion since Roman is holding him. What if I fuck up and the gun goes off?I replied telepathically. I couldn’t take that chance—but then, an idea hit me.Sam, I’m going to have Roman shove the gun to his own head. When he does that, it will be a good time to snag Orion and for Tripp to grab Luna.Once the babies are away from him, I’ll have Roman shoot his brains out.
Theboom, boom, boomof my heart rammed against my ribs.See it. Repeat it. Believe it.
Inhaling, I fixated on Roman, concentrating on the image of him raising the gun to his temple.
Nothing was happening except Roman laughing as if he’d won. “Reject.”
I squeezed my eyes shut for a quick beat, then tightened every muscle, and once again, I imagined Roman shooting himself.
Roman’s arm lifted and quaked. “What’s going on?” he asked in horror.
My gaze never wavered as Sam slowly moved forward, and when Roman had the gun kissing his temple and his mouth ajar, Sam and Tripp pounced.
Sam pried Orion from Roman. “Rot in hell, asshole.”
Tripp took Luna, and both men ran through the kitchen and out the sliding glass door.
Sweat was gliding down my nape as I stayed the course. Then the next few seconds were a blur.
A door creaked before a hefty man stalked up to the island with Maeve in his arms. “What the fuck are you doing?” he asked Roman.
Roman slowly swung his gaze from the man with a military-style haircut, who had to be Warrick, toward me, the weapon never wavering.
Warrick stomped toward me. “I will end you for what you did to my wife.”
I had Roman point the gun at Warrick while I made blood come out of Warrick’s hazel eyes.
Warrick smirked like he wasn’t fazed. “I’m used to witches. You don’t stand a chance.” He marched into the living room like a soldier going to war and set Maeve’s limp body on the couch.
I inched backward, looking at Roman, willing him to pull the trigger.
“Man, I can’t stop myself,” Roman complained as he shot Warrick in the back.
The hefty guy lurched forward and fell on top of his wife.
Sam returned, sidled up to me, and threaded his fingers with mine. The second our skin touched, an electrical charge danced up my arm.
“Feel that, baby doll.”
Oh, I did, and the sensation rivaled anything I’d ever felt. It was electric and energizing. My senses sharpened even more.
Roman pressed the gun to his chest. “You know I’ll live.”
Not if I had anything to do about it.
Sam raised his free hand, producing a fireball in his palm that vanished. He tried again, and the same thing happened.
Sam opened up a telepathic connection.My fire element isn’t working. Say that spell Agnes told you to do. I don’t know if it will help, but we can say it together. I remember the words.
Sam had a way of compelling others by chanting a series of numbers, which to me was witchcraft, in a way. Maybe it would have more impact with both of us reciting the spell.
