Lanias spun around, lifting her dagger only for a cloud of white dust to hit her in the face. Gasping in surprise, she coughed as the white dust filled her lungs. Her limbs grew heavy, her knees went out from under her. With a thump she hit the ground, the dagger in her hand slipping from her hold.
“I’ve been looking into Witches and Humans, and guess what I learned,” the person said, crouching near her. He picked up her dagger. “You’re susceptible to dust made from Night Shade. For others it’s a poison, but for you Witches it only paralyzes you.”
Something about the man’s voice was familiar. Lanias felt frustrated as she found she couldn’t move. He leaned down, so that his empty eyes stared into hers.
Giving her a malevolent smile, he added. “I am eager to see those eyes filled with hopelessness.” He cackled, as he stood.
She felt her body lifted up.
“Now, the only question is what should be done with this club?”
He whistled as he pulled a small red candle from inside his pocket. A sharp grin came to his lip as he lit the wick without a match and tossed it onto the kitchen floor.
Lanias’ insides froze, as she watched the red candle hit the ground immediately, a loud boom shook the walls, as a fire spread. She screamed, but nothing escaped her unmoving lips. Her world was burning around her, and there was nothing she could do.
Plan?
Be bait?
Fuck that, the minute she could move she’d kill the man who was carrying her. She closed her eyes, searching as deep as she could for even a string of her power.
“Come on, Come on,”she mentally pleaded, her eyes going to the fire alarm. Focusing as hard as she could, she grunted as she felt some magic slip out. The handle of the fire alarm handle was yanked down by an unseen hand.
Releasing a mental sigh of relief, she felt her magic still inside her. She was being carried outside into the alley, the stranger threw her in the back of a truck. Her back slammed into something sharp, and she couldn’t even find the strength to let out a gasp of pain.
“I should take you to them right away, but I’ve decided I much prefer seeing them rampage a bit more,” he said. “Your father stopped my destruction; he even dared to suppress it. But he’s not here to do that now,” he said gleefully.
Taking his words in, Lanias burned with anger and shock. “The True Ones are so stupid. So easily manipulated, they will slowly eat away at this fake world and then, I’ll return to my proper place.” His gaze was sinister. “But first, let’s decide just how I’ll pay you back for what you did to me.”
“Zaharis?!”
Damn, she’d thought she’d dealt with him.
If he was the one behind the True Ones, then there was no telling what he had planned. She had to do something, first she had to focus on her paralyzed limbs. She would focus her energies on working the poison out of her system.
Zaharis must not be able to use his magic, if he needed tricks to get to her. That’s why probably no one noticed him when he entered.
Right, so the quicker she regained control of her limbs and magic, she’d be able to shove his head up his ass. She slowly counted back from ten, falling into the place within herself.
Patience, Lanias had plenty of practice as of late.
Evil Plot
JACKAL HQ
Dmitri stepped out from the back door, his eyes on the back of the delivery truck. The fire alarm sounded loudly behind him, as people streamed out to the street. His father had been right that from his previous run-ins with the Surrem, they weren’t organized. A Being who saw them as better than everyone around, would never see the point in being subtle.
Someone had to be behind them, directing their behavior. Only his father hadn’t been able to identify the culprit. Turning around he stepped into the shadows, he entered the main meeting room. Where his father sat with the three other males he’d worked with.
“He showed himself.” He announced.
“Did you recognize him?” Alek asked, calmly twisting the ring on his finger. “Anyone that’s on the list.” He motioned to the list of all Lanias’ enemies that covered the wall.
Dmitri gave it a hard look, “No, he’s not one of them.”
“The move seems weird, if they just want the key from her.” Raijin said, his eyes on Castian who was looking over a map that had two colors flashing on it, one white and one black. The two moved close but never touched. “It looks like they aren’t even going to meet whoever took her. Do you think it’s a solo party?” he asked, turning to look at the others.
“No, his scent is the same as those things.” Malcolm said, tapping his nose. “He’s been hanging around the Shade for a few days. My clan members said he’s got the same smell as the sites of the killings.”
